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sr.  R ALTIMORE  STREET. 


PUBLIC  SCHOOL  SOXGS. 


THE   LORD'S  PRAYER. 

.  ^  Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven, 

"i^  Hallowed  |  be  thy  |  name : 
Q  3  Thy  kinirdoHi  come  ;  thy  will  be  done 
^l  On  I  earth,  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven. 

3     Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  |  bread  ; 
.  J  And  forgive  us  our  debts, 
I  As  I  we  for-  |  give  our  |  debtors. 

.-J  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
^  "^  But  deliver  |  us  from  |  evil ; 
r-j  For  thine  is  the  kingdom, 
^  And  the  power,  and  the  |  glory, ..for-  |  e 
and  I  ever. — Amen. 


REMEMBER    HOW    MY    CHH.DHOOD 
FLEETED. 

1 .  I  remember,  I  remember, 

How  my  childhood  fleeted  by; 
The  mirth  of  its  December, 

And  the  warmth  of  its  July: 
On  my  brow,  love,  on  my  brow,  love, 

Tl  pre  are  no  signs  of  care. 
But  my  plensures  are  not  now,  love. 
What  childhood's  pleasures  were. 
I  remember,  I  remember.  &.c. 


Then  the  bowers,  then  the  bowers, 

Were  as  blithe  as  blithe  could  be> 
And  all  their  radiant  flowers, 

TN^ere  coronals  for  me. 
Gems  to-night,  love,  gems  lo-night,  love. 

Are  gleaming  in  my  hair, 
But  they  are  not  half  so  bright,  love. 

As  childhood's  roses  were. 

I  was  merry,  I  was  merry, 

^^^hen  my  little  lovers  came; 
With  a  lily,  or  a  cherry. 

Or  a  new  invented  game. 
Now  Pve  you,  love,  now  I've  you,  love. 

To  kneel  before  me  there. 
But  you  know  you're  not  so  true,  love. 

As  childhood's  lover's  were. 


COME,  BROTHERS,  AROUSE. 

Come,  brothers,  arouse,  let  the  owl  go  to  rest. 

Oh!  the  summer's  sun  is  in  the  sky — 
The  bee's  on  the  wing,  and  the  hawk's  in  his  nest. 

And  the  river  runs  merrily  by.  (^Repeat 

Our  mother,  the  world,  a  good  mother  v/as  she-  - 

Says,  to  toil,  is,  to  welcome  her  fare. 
Some  bounty  she  hangs  us  on  every  tree. 
And  blesses  us  with  the  sweet  air. 

Come  dance,  lads,  come  dance,  be  gay. 
Come  dance,  lads,  come  dance,  iads — 
Away,  away,  away,  away,  away,  away 
Ho,  ho,  ho,  ho,  ho,  ho. 
Come,  brothers,  arouse,  &c. 

And  this  is  the  life  for  a  man,  a  man. 

And  this  is  the  life  for  me, — 
A  prince  may  boast  if  lie  can,  he  can. 

But  he  never  was  half  so  free. 

Come,  brothers,  arouse,  &cc. 


OH!  ILVD  1  WLNGS  LIKE  A  DOVE 

1 .  Oh !  had  I  the  wings  of  a  dove,  I  would  fly 

Away  from  this  world  of  care — 
My  soul  would  mount  to  the  realms  on  high. 

And  seek  fur  a  refuge  there. 
But  is  there  no  liaven  here  on  earth? 

No  hope  for  the  wounded  breast  ? 
No  favorM  spot  where  content  has  birth. 

In  which  1  may  find  a  rest? 

2.  Oh!  is  it  not  written,  "Believe  and  live?" 

The  heart  by  bright  hope  allur'd 
Shall  find  the  comfort  these  words  can  give. 

And  be  by  its  faith  assured. 
Then  why  should  we  fear  the  cold  world's  frown. 

When  truth  to  the  heart  has  giv'n 
The  light  of  religion  to  guide  us  on 

In  joy  to  the  paths  of  heav'n? 

3.  There  is,  there  is,  in  thy  holy  word. 

Thy  word  which  can  ne'er  depart: 
There  is  a  promise  of  mercy  stor'd. 

For  the  lowly  and  meek  of  heart, 
*^  My  yoke  is  easy,  my  burden  light. 

Then  come  unto  me  for  rest!" 
These,  these  are  the  words  of  promise  stored, 

For  the  wounded  and  wearied  breast. 


AMERICA. 

My  Country',  'tis  for  thee. 
Sweet  land  of  liberty. 

Of  thee  I  ^ing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride. 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  rinnr 


2.  My  native  country,  thee. 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills; 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

3.  Let  music  swell  the  breeze 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break. 

The  sound  prolong. 

4.  Our  father's  God !  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty ; 

To  thee  I  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
AVith  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might; 

Great  God  our  King. 


THE  BRAVE   OLD   OAK. 

I.  A  song  of  the  oak,  the  brave  old  oak, 

Who  hath  ruled  in  the  greenwood  long: 
Here's  health  and  renown  to  his  broad  green  crown. 

And  his  fifty  arms  so  strong. 
There  is  fear  in  his  froAvn  when  the  sun  goes  down. 

And  the  fire  in  the  west  fades  out; 
And  he  showeth  his  might  on  a  wild  midnight, 
AVhen  storms  through  its  branches  shout. 
Then  sing  to  the  oak,  the  brave  old  oak. 

Who  hath  ruled  in  this  land  so  long; 
And  still  flourish  he  a  hale  green  tree. 
When  a  hundred  years  are  gone. 


He  saw  the  limes  when  the  Christmas  chimes 

Were  a  merry  sound  to  hear; 
And  the  squire's  wide  hall  and  the  cottage  small 

Were  full  of  American  cheer ; 
And  all  the  day,  to  the  reheck  ^ay, 

They  frolickM  with  lovcsome  swains, 
They  are  gone,  they  are  dead,  in  the  church-yard  laid. 

Hut  the  tree  he  still  remains. 

Then  sing  to  the  oak,  &c. 


WOODMAN,  SPARE  THAT  TREE. 

1.  Woodman,  spare  that  tree! 

Touch  not  a  single  bough. 
In  youth  it  sheltered  me. 

And  I'll  protect  it  now; 
'Twas  my  forefather's  hand 

That  placM  it  near  his  cot; 
There,  woodman,  let  it  stand. 

Thy  axe  shall  harm  it  not. 

2.  That  old  familiar  tree, 

AVhose  glory  and  renown 
Are  spread  o'er  land  and  sea. 

And  wouldst  thou  hack  it  down? 
Woodman,  forbear  thy  stroke! 

Cut  not  its  earth-bound  ties; 
Oh!  spare  that  aged  oak 

Now  towering  to  the  skies! 

o.   When  but  an  idle  boy, 

I  souirht  its  grateful  shade; 
In  all  their  gushing  joy, 

Hf^re,  t«M»,  my  sisters  play'd. 
My  ?Mother  kissed  me  here; 

My  fit  her  pressM  my  hand — - 
FopTive  this  foolish  tear, 

But  let  the  old  ut.k  stand! 


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My  heart-strings  round  thee  cling. 

Close  as  tliy  bark,  old  friend! 
Here  shall  the  wild  birds  sing, 

And  still  thy  branches  bend. 
Old  tree!  the  storms  still  brave! 

And,  woodman,  leave  the  spot; 
While  I've  a  hand  to  save, 

Thv  axe  shall  harm  it  not. 


CANADIAN  BOAT    SONG. 

Faintly  as  tolls  the  evening  chime. 
Our  voices  keep  tune  and  our  oars  keep  time. 
Soon  as  the  woods  on  shore  look  dim, 
W^e'll  sing  at  St.  Ann's  our  parting  hymn! 
Row,  brothers,  row,  the  stream  runs  fast. 
The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  daylight's  past. 
Why  should  we  yet  our  sails  unfurl  ? 
There  is  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curl; 
Bat  when  the  wind  blows  off  the  shore. 
Oh  sweetly  we'll  rest  our  weary  oar. 

Blow,  breezes,  blow,  Sec. 
Uttawas  tide!  this  trembling  moon 
Shall  see  us  float  over  the  surges  soon, 
Saint  of  this  areen  Isle!  hear  our  pray'r. 
Grant  us  cool  havens,  and  favoring  air. 

Blow,  breezes,  blow,  &cc. 


WHEN     THY    BOSOM    HEAVES    THE    SIGH. 

1.  When  thy  bosom  heaves  the  sigh, 
\Vhere  the  tear  o'erflows  thine  eye, 
May  sweet  hope  afford  relief. 
Cheer  thy  heart  and  calm  thy  grief. 

2.  So  the  tender  flow'r  appears. 
Till  the  sun-beams  genial  ray. 
Drooping  wet  with  morning  tears. 
Chase  the  heavy  dew  away. 


LAND   OF  MY   BIRTH. 

1.  Farcwoll.  to  the  home  of  my  childhood 

Farowoll  to  m}'  cottai^c  and  vino, 
I  go  to  tlie  hmd  ot'  the  straiioer, 

Where  |)h\isure  alone  will  be  mine. 
When  lifers  fleeting  journey  is  o'er, 

And  earth  a«rain  minc^les  with  earth, 
1  can  rest  in  the  land  ot'lhe  stranger 

As  well  as  in  that  of  my  birth. 
Yes,  these  were  my  feelings  at  parting. 

But  absence  soon  alterM  their  tone, 
The  cold  hand  of  sickness  came  o'er  me, 

And  [  wept  o'er  my  sorrow  alone. 

2.  No  friend  came  near  me  to  cheer  me. 

No  parent  to  soften  my  grief. 
Nor  brother,  nor  sister  were  near  me. 

And  strangers  could  give  no  relief. 
'Tis  true,  that  it  matters  but  little, 

Tho'  living,  the  thought  makes  one  pine, 
^Vhate'er  befalls  the  poor  relic, 

When  the  spirit  has  flown  from  its  shrine; 
But,  oh!  when  life's  journey  is  over. 

And  earth  again  mingles  with  earth. 
Lamented  or  not,  still  my  wish  is, 

To  rest  in  the  land  of  my  birth. 

EARLY  RISING. 

I.  See  where  the  rising  sun. 

In  splendor  decks  the  skies. 
His  daily  course  begun. 

Haste,  and  arise. 
Oh,  come  with  me  wliere  violets  bloom. 
And  fill  ine  air  with  sweet  pertume. 
And  where,  like  diamonds  to  the  sight, 
l)ew-dro})s  sparkle  bright. 
See  where,  Sec. 


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2.   Pair  is  ihe  face  of  morn, 

Why  should  your  eyelids  keop 
Closed  when  the  niirht  is  gone? 

VV^ake  from  your  sleep ! 
Oh,  svho  would  slumber  in  his  bed, 
When  darkness  from  his  couch  has  fled, 
And  when  the  lark  ascends  on  hig-h. 
Warbling-  songs  of  joy  ? 
Fair  is  the  face^  &.c. 


TRY,  TRY  AGAIN. 

1.  'Tis  a  lesson  you  should  heed. 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  at  first  you  don't  succeed. 

Try,  try  again  ; 
Then  your  courage  should  appear ; 
P^or  if  you  will  persevere. 
You  will  conquer ;  never  fear. 

Try,  try  again. 

2.  Once  or  twice  though  you  should  fail. 

Try,  try  again  ; 
If  at  last  you  would  prevail. 

Try,"  try  again  ;^ 
If  we  strive  'tis  no  disgrace. 
Though  we  may  not  win  the  race ; 
What  should  you  do  in  that  case  1 

Try,  try  again. 

3.  If  you  find  your  task  is  hard. 

Try,  try  again  ; 
Time  will  bring  you  your  reward. 

Try,  try  again  ; 
All  that  other  folks  can  do. 
Why,  with  patience,  may  not  you  ? 
Only  kteep  this  rule  In  view. 

Try,  try  again. 


1! 

llOMi:,  SWEhVr   IIOMK! 

\Miil  plovisuH's  ami  palaces,  tlio'  wo  may  ronin, 
1^'  it  pvor  S()  lminl)l(\  ihoro's  no  plaf«^  lik(»  lmnH\ 
A  cliarm  from  \\\o  skies  srcins  to  hallow  us  llK^rc, 
Wliicli    S(M'k    thro'    iho    world,  is    noVr   iiict    with 
<*lsowh(»rc. 

IIt)ino.  hum(\  swoot,  swrrl    onie, 

\l*}  it  ever  so  liuinble,  there's  ru  ulace  like  Umuw. 

All  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzle.-  mi  vain: 
Oh!  ijive  me  tiiy  lowly  thatched  cottaire  a;4Hir.; 
The  birds  siii<rinrr  jjaily,  that  come  at  my  call, 
(iive  me  ihem,  witli   sweet  peace  of  mind,  tl.\ir» 
than  all. 

Home    lumie.  sweet,  sweet  home, 

lie  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like  horn*? 


IIOMDAY   SONG. 

1.  I'p  the  hills  on  a  brirrht  sunny  morn, 
Voices  clear  as  the  bua"le  horn. 

List  to  the  echoes  as  they  flow. 
Here  we  ufo,  we  cro,  we  go ; 
Come  follow,  follow  me ; 
^Ve'll  come,  we'll  come  with  orlee, 
Hurra  !  hurra  !  we're  free, 
We'll  come,  we'll  come  with  ^lee. 

2.  Now  by  streamlets  pearly,  pirre. 
Here  we  wander  free,  secure. 
See  how  the  rippling;  waters  flow. 
On  they  tro.  they  crn — they  ^ro! 

Come,  f  )llow,  follow  me,  &.C. 

?i    Now  thro'  the  shady  vale  and  grove 
Joyous,  happy,  here  we  rove; 
List  to  the  sonorster's  cheerful  lay 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  happy  day, 
Come,  follow,  follow  me,  ^c. 


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MVE  LA  COMPANY. 

1.  Where  merry  friends  meet 
In  harmony  sweety 

Vive  ]a  company. 
Wake  right  cheerily 
Th^  song  and  the  glee, 

V^ive  la  compan^^ 
U,  vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  la  song, 

Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  la  g'/ee, 

Vive  la  soni^,  vive  la  glee, 

Vive  la  company. 

2.  AVhen  mnsic  flows  free. 
Then  happy  are  we, 

Vive  la  company. 
For  gloomy  thoughts  flet> 
From  sweet  melody, 

Vive  la  company. 
0,  vive  la,  k,c. 

3.  Then  sing  ye  with  me, 
My  merry  mates  free, 

Vive  la  company. 
And  oft  may  it  be 
These  hours  we  see 

Vive  la  company. 
0,  vive  la,  Sec. 

AUTUMN. 

1.  The  summer's  departed,  so  gentle  and  brief. 
The  autumn  is  come  w^ith  its  dry  yellow  leaf; 
As  breath  in  the  valley,  its  voice  in  the  breeze, 
Its  rich  colored  hue  is  spread  over  the  trees. 

'^.  In  red  and  in  purple,  the  leaves  seem  to  bloom. 
But  winter,  cold  winter,  hath  spoken  their  doom  ; 
And  th(>so  that  ma}^  seem  with  the  rubies  to  vie. 
They  Lcll  us  that  beauty  blooms  only  to  die. 


i:; 

V(t,  sad  a.H  l!io  \vliis|XTS  (»!' sorrow,  its  breath. 
And  iDiichintr  its  hues  as  tlio  <r:irinoiits  of  death. 
Still  Aiiliiiiin,  ilhm«i;h  s:i(l  and  thouirh  mournful  ii  be, 
Willi  fruiis  and  wiili  flowers,  is  welcome  to  me. 


BATTLE   FIELD   OF   LIBERTY 

1.  List  3'e  to  the  trumpet's  call, 

Lo  ihe  battle  field. 
Many  brjve  <j;n  there  to  fall. 
Ere  the  fite  shall  yield. 
Peace  in  solenm  vestments  see. 
Mourns  her  cruel  destiny. 
Yet  her  lialmy  xevrn  can  b 
Only  with  the  free. 
List  ye  to,  &c. 

2.  Who  can  freedom's  cause  resi^ ! 

Dear  as  vital  breath  ! 
Sworn  are  we  at  honor's  shrine ! 
Liberty  or  death  ! 

Homes  and  hearths,  and  altars  fair, 
(Lovo  and  bliss,  and  hopes  are  there,) 
Native  soil,  and  hills  and  trees! 
Can  we  part  with  these? 
Who  can  freedom's,  &cc. 

3.  Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  air  ! — 

Banners  proudly  wave — 
Val'rous  deeds  let  fame  declare  f 

Vict'ry  crowns  the  brave! 

Flock  spread  hill,  and  shady  dell. 

Fireside  and  Sabbath  bidl, 

Join  the  festive  joy,  for  lo! 

Fallen  is  the  foe! 

Shouts  triumphant.  &c. 
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MAY   SHOUT. 

1.  Oh  !  the  lovely,  lovely  May ! 
Ever  welcome,  ever  g-ay  ! 

When  by  vale  and  mountain, 

A\Tien  by  brook  and  fountain, 
FlowTets  bloom  and  insects  play. 
In  the  lovely,  lovely  May. 

Oh  !  the  lovely,  lovely  May ! 

Eve^  welcome,  ever  g-ay  ! 
Charmiig,  charming",  charming-,  charming. 
Charming-,  lovely  May. 

2.  Oh  !  what  verdure  clothes  the  ground ! 
Oh  !  what  fragrance  breathes  around ! 

See,  the  willows  gTowing", 

By  the  streamlet  flowing-. 
See,  the  grain  is  waving  high 
'Neath  the  blue  and  cloudless  sky, — 

Oh  !  the  lovely,  &c. 

3.  Oh!  how  fresh  the  morning  air! 
Oh  !  how  lovely  all  things  are  ! 

Birds  so  gaily  singing, 
W^oods  and  meadows  ring-ing-, 
Buds  and  blossoms  fresh  and  bright. 
Leaves  so  green,  enchanting  sight, — 
Oh!  the  lovely,  &c. 

4.  Hark !  the  universal  shout ! 
Nature's  fairest  forms  are  out ! 

Lambs  are  bleating,  skipping. 

Bees  are  buzzing,  sipping, 
Walk,  or  ride,  or  row  the  Ixjat, 
Stand,  or  fall,  or  sink,  or  float, 

Oh  !  the  lovelv.  Sec. 


MK.lir   WITH  THE   RIGHT. 

May  every  yt^ar  but  draw  mc»rc  near 

The  time  when  strife  shall  cease. 
And  irrlh  and  love  all  hearts  shall  move. 

To  live  in  joy  and  peace. 
Now  si)r;ow  rei«^ns,  and  earth  complains. 
For  folly  still  her  power  maintains ; 

But  the  day  sluiU  yet  appear. 
When  the  miijrht  with  the  riirht,  and  Inith  shall  be. 
And  come  what  there  may,  to  stand  in  the  way. 

That  day  the  world  shall  see. 

Let  ^ood  men  ne'er  of  truth  despair. 

Though  humble  eflorts  fail ; 
Oh!  give  not  o'er  until  once  more 

The  righteous  cause  prevail. 
In  vain,  and  long,  enduring  wrong, 
The  weak  may  strive  against  the  strong  : 

But  the  day  shall  yet  appear. 
When  the  might,  Sec. 

Though  interest  pleads  that  noble  deeds 

The  world  will  not  regard ; 
To  noble  minds,  that  duty  binds. 

No  sacrifice  is  hard. 
The  brave  and  true  may  seem  but  few. 
But  hope  has  better  thincrs  in  view  ; 

And  the  day  will  ye^  appear. 
When  the  might,  ^c. 


GOLDEN   EVENING  SUN. 

How  I  love  to  see  thee, 

Golden  evening  sun ! 
How  I  love  to  see  thee, 

When  the  day  is  done. 


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2.  Sweetly  thou  recallest 

Childhood's  joyous  days ; 
Hours  when  I  so  fondly 

Watched  thy  evening  blaze. 

3.  When  in  tranquil  glory, 

Thou  didst  sink  to  rest, 
Then  what  heavenly  rapture. 
Filled  my  burning  breast. 

4.  Thus  I  wished  in  childhood. 

When  I  gazed  on  thee ! 
Wished  my  heavenly  pathw^ay. 
Like  thine  own  might  be. 

5.  Were  it  mine  thus  brightly. 

Virtue's  race  to  run  ; 
Mine  to  sleep  so  sweetly. 
When  my  work  is  done. 


1    LOVE  THE    CHEERFUL    SUMMER    TIME 

L  I  love  the  cheerful  summertime. 

With  all  its  birds  and  flowers ; 
Its  shining  garments  green  and  smooth, 

Its  cool,  refreshing  showers. 
I  love  to  hear  the  little  birds. 

That  carol  on  tlie  trees, 
I  love  the  gentle  murm'ring  stream, 

J  love  the  evening  breeze. 

2.  I  love  the  bright  and  glorious  sun, 

That  gives  us  light  and  heat ; 
I  love  the  pearly  drops  of  dew 

That  sparkle  'neath  my  feet. 
I  love  to  hear  the  busy  hum. 

Of  honey-making  bee, 
And  learn  a  lesson,  hartl  to  learn. 

Of  patient  industry. 


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I  love  to  soc  the  ]»lnyful  lambs, 

vSo  innocent  and  n;ay; 
J  lovo  the  faiiliful,  watchful  dog. 

Who  g-uards  thf^ni  niirht  and  day. 
]  love  to  go  to  scliool,  and  learn 

To  read,  and  write,  and  spell ; 
I  love  my  teacher's  smile  to  gain, 

And  get  my  lessons  well. 

I  love  to  think  of  Ilim  who  made 

These  pleasant  things  for  me, 
AVho  gave  me  life,  and  health,  and  strength. 

And  eyes  that  I  might  see. 
i  love  the  holy  Sabbatii  day. 

So  peaceful,  calm  and  still ; 
And  oh  !  I  love  to  go  to  church. 

And  hear  my  Maker's  will. 


GOD   SPEKD  THE  R1GH'1\ 

1.  Now  to  heaven  our  prayer  ascending, 
God  speed  the  right ; 
In  a  noble  cause  contending, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Re  our  zeal  in  heaven  recorded, 
With  success  on  earth  rewarded, 
God  speed  the  right. 

^2.  Be  that  prayer  again  repeated — 
God  sjieed  the  right ; 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated 

God  speed  the  right. 
Like  the  g(K)d  and  great  in  story. 
If  we  fail,  we  fail  with  glory  : 
God  speed  the  risfht. 


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3.  Patient,  firm  and  persevering  : 

God  speed  the  right ; 
Ne'er  the  event  nor  danger  fearing  ; 

God  speed  the  right. 
Pains,  nor  toils,  noi  trials  heeding, 
And  in  heaven's  time  succeeding — 

God  speed  the  right. 

4.  Still  our  onward  course  pursuing  ; 

God  speed  the  right ; 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing ; 

God  speed  the  right. 
Truth  our  cause,  what'er  delay  it. 
There's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it; 

God  speed  the  right. 


MAY'S  LOVELY  MORNING. 

L  How  sweet  is  the  pleasure  on  May's  lovely  moniing, 
To  rove  o'er  the  meadows  all  blithesome  and  free ! 
With  garland  of  flowers  our  temples  adorning. 

And  dancing  and  singing  with  high  merry  i^lee. 
There's  pleasure  in  freedom,  whatever  the  season, 

That  makes  every  object  look  lovely  and  fair; 
Then  surely  for  pleasure  we  have  a  good  reason, 
For  freedom  has  blest  us  and  freed  us  from  care. 
La  la  la,  &c. 

2.  O  let  us  this  Ma5'"-day  dispel  all  our  sadness, 

And  o;ive  to  the  winds  every  sorrowing  clone" ; 
Let's  fill  up  our  pleasure,  and  pour  forth  our  gladness 
In  songs  that  shall  echo  them  loud  and  more  loud. 
There's  pleasure  in  freedom.  Sec. 

8.  All  nature  in  beauty  and  splendor  is  shining. 

The  hill  and  the  valley  are  lovely  and  bright. 
From  earliest  morning  to  evening's  declining. 

There's  nought  that  appears,  but  it  gives  us  delight. 
There's  pleasure  in  freedom,  &c. 


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AWAY   WITH   iSIELANCIIOLY. 

1.  Away  with  melancholy. 

Nor  (iulcfiil  chanijo;  ^i^CC, 
On  life  and  human  folly. 

But  morrily,  morrily  sinir,  la  la 
Come  on,  yo  rosy  hours. 

Gay  smilin<4'  moments  hrincr 
We'll  strew  the  way  \vith  tlinvers. 

And  merrily,  merrily  sin*^,  la  la 

2.  Tlien  what's  the  use  of  sii^hin^, 

While  time  is  on  the  winorj 
Can  we  prevent  hisflyinir? 

Then  merrily,  merrily  sin^r,  la  la. 
If  <rriefs,  like  April  showers, 

A  moment's  sadness  hrinir, 
Joys  soon  succeed  like  lL)Wf'r3, 

Then  cheerily,  cherrily  sing,  la  la. 

3.  The  rose  its  bloom  refuses, 

If  plucked  not  in  the  spring; 
Life  sjon  its  fragrance  loses. 

Then  cheerily,  cheerily  sing,  la  la. 
Fly,  fly,  all  dull  emotion. 

All  care  away  we  fling, 
Pure  joy  is  our  devotion. 

Then  cheerily,  cheerily  sing,  la  la. 


GOD   SAVE  THE   STATE. 

1.  God  bless  our  native  land, 
P^'irm  may  she  ever  stand. 

Thro'  storm  and  ni<rht! 
When  the  wild  tempests  ravej 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave! 
Do  thou  our  country  save. 

By  thy  great  might. 


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2.  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise. 
To  God  alcove  the  skies  3 

On  Hirn  we  wait. 
Lord,  hear  our  nation's  cry. 
Be  thou  forever  nigh. 
May  freedom  never  die : 

God  save  the  State. 


FLOVf   GENTLY,  SWEET  AFTON. 

1.  Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  among  thy  green  braes; 
Flow  orently,  Pll  sing  thee  a  song  in  thy  praise; 
My  2^Iary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream; 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  disturb  not  her  dream. 
Thou  dove,  whose  soft  echo  resounds  from  the  hill. 
Thou   green-crested   lapwing,  with  noise   loud   and 

shrill, 
Ye  wild  whistling  warblers,  your  music  forbear, 
I  charge  you  disturb  not  my  slumbering  fair. 

2.  Thy  crystal  stream,  Afton,  how  lovely  it  glides. 
And  winds  by  the  cot  where  my  Mary  resides; 
There,  oft  as  mild  evening  weeps  over  the  lea. 
Thy  sweet  scented  gTOves  shade  my  Mary  and  me 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  among  thy  green  braes: 
Flow  gently,  sweet  river,  the  theme  of  my  lays; 
My  Mary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream. 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  disturb  not  her  dream. 


LOVE  OF  TRUTH. 

My  days  of  youth  tho'  not  from  folly  free, 
I  prize  the  truth,  the  more  the  world  I  see 
ril  keep  the  straight  and  narrow  path,  and  le.-^-! 

where'er  it  may. 
The  voice  of  truth  Pll  follow  and  obey. 


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ti.  My  fviutstcps  Irad,  O  truth,  and  mould  my  will 
In  word  and  deed  my  duty  to  tuUil; 
Dishonest   arts,  and   scllish  aim3  to  trutli   can 

ne'or  belong. 
No  deed  ol'  mine,  shall  be  a  deed  of  \vron<j. 

3.  The  strength  of  youth,  we  see  it  soon  decay, 
But  stronfT  is  truth,  and  stronj^er  every  day; 
Thouo^h  falselioods  seem  a  mighty  power  whicSi 

we  in  vain  assail. 
The  jx)wer  of  truth  will  in  the  end  prevail. 


WORK  AWAY. 

1.  I  remember  a  lesson  which  was  not  thrown  away; 
Learn  betimes  to  be  of  use,  don't  lose  too  much  time 

in  play; 
Work  away  while  you're  able,  work   away,  work 
away. 

2.  Hands  were  made  to  be  useful,  if  you  tes   S  them  ihe 

way ; 
Therefore  for  yourself  or  neighbor,  make  them  use- 
ful every  day ; 

Work  away,  Sec. 

3.  And  to  speed  with  your  labor  make  most  of  to-day, 
\V'hat  may  hinder  you  to-morrow  it's  imjxjssible  to  say ; 

Work  away,  ^c. 

4.  As  for  grief  and  vexation,  let  thom  come  when  they 

may. 
When  your  heart  is  in  your  labor,  it  will  soon  be 
light  and  gay ; — 

Work  away,  Sec. 

5.  In  the  world  would  you  prosjvr,  then  this  counsel 

obey. 
Out  of  debt  is  out  of  danger  and  no  creditors  to  p2/ : — 
Work  away,  S^c. 


6.  Let  your  own  hands  sup])ort  you  till  your  stienfi^ih 
shall  decay. 
And  your  heart  should  never  fail  you,  even  when 
your  hair  is  gray : — 

Work  away,  &,c. 

JOY. 

1 .  Laughing  and  singing. 
Dancing  and  springing. 

Merrily  laugh  now,  yes,  laugh  while  you  may. 

Shrouded  in  sorrow, 

Dawneth  to-morrow. 
Then  let  the  moments  pass  gaily  to-day. 

2.  Ever  be  striving. 
Usefully  living. 

All  that  is  goofi  and  is  noble  to  learn. 

Seasons  are  flyir^g. 

Many  are  dying. 
Virtue's  flame  brightly  then  ever  should  bum. 

3.  While  on  earth  dw^elling. 
Banish  each  feeling 

Luring  the  soul  from  the  path  of  the  wise. 

Laughing  and  singing. 

Dancing  and  springing. 
Now"  let  all  voices  in  gladness  arise. 

A  LITTLE  WORD. 

L  A  little  word  in  love  expressed, 
A  motion  or  a  tear. 
Has  often  healed  a  heart  depressed. 
And  made  a  friend  sincere. 

2.  A  word,  a  look,  has  crushed  to  earth 
Full  many  a  budding  flower. 
Which,  had  a  smile  but  owned  its  birth 
Would  bless  life's  darkest  hour. 


TIkmi  deem  it  not  an  idle  ihini;, 

A  pleasant  word  to  si)eak ; 
Tiie  t'ace  you  wear,  Xhv,  thoiiirhtr;  y(»u  hrirvjr, 
A  heart  may  heal  or  break. 


THE   FLOWERS. 

1.  How  lovely  are  tiie  llowers, 

Tliat  in  the  valley  smile; 

Tiiey  seem  like  Ibrms  ofancjels. 

Pure,  and  free  from  giiile; 

2.  But  one  thin^  mars  their  beauty. 

It  does  not  always  last : 
They  droop,  and  fade,  and  wither, 
Ere  the  summer's  past. 

3.  And  I  am  like  the  flower. 

That  blooms  in  fran^rant  May ; 
When  days  of  sickness  find  me. 
Then  1  fade  away. 

4.  Then  let  me  seek  the  beauty. 

That  innocence  can  «j^ive: 
For  when  this  life  is  over. 
That  will  ever  live. 


THE   BLUE   BIRD'S   SONG. 

1.   I  dwelt  in  climes  where  flowers  blo<:)m. 
And  knew  no  chill,  no  wintry  toinb: 
A  joyous  land,  where  one  mitrht  stay, 
l^nt  home,  sweet  home  was  far  away, 

•J.   I  sat  u\X)U  the  topmost  l)ouy;h 
At  peep  of  dawn,  as  I  do  now. 
And  tried  to  sintr  a  cheerful  lay. 
But  ni) — 'twas  ever  *'  far  away.'' 


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3.  I  loved  that  land  of  fruit  and  flowers^ 

VV^here  spring-  and  summer  twine  theii  bowers 
And  gentle  zephyrs  round  them  play. 
But  my  birth- tree  was  *^far  away.'^ 

4.  The  brook  came  laughing  down  the  dell. 
Yet  sad  to  me  its  joyous  swell; 

And  though  its  chime  made  others  gay, 
I  only  thought  of  "far  aw^ay.'' 

5.  And  now  returned,  how  dear  the  hours. 
Though  chill  the  wdnd  and  bare  the  bowers; 
Yet  this  is  home — and  that  sad  lay 

I  sing  no  more  of  "far  away. ^' 


THE  PUBLIC    SCHOOL.    ' 

1.  We  are  all  learning,  learn,  learn,  learning, 

We  are  all  learning  at  the  Public  School — 
And  a  pleasant  time  have  we,  a  busy,  busy  band. 

All  joyous  in  the  blessings  of  Freedom's  happy  land. 
For  we're  all  training,  train,  train,  training. 
For  we're  all  training  at  the  Public  School. 

2.  We  are  all  learning,  learn,  &:c. 

We  first  come  to  school  to  learn  our  letters  well. 
Then  dov/n  we  lay  our  primers  and  join  the  class  to 
spell. 
And  we're  all  spelling,  spell,  &c. 

3.  We  are  all  learning,  learn,  &c. 

From  easy  words  to  harder  ones,  on  we  proceed. 
And  soon  we  are  able  to  join  the  class  and  read. 
Then  we're  all  reading,  read,  &c. 

C    We  are  all  learning,  learn,  &c. 

And  as  we  advance  the  words  on  w^hich  we  look. 
We  love  to  trace  so  neatly  all  in  our  copy-book; 
Then  we're  all  waiting,  write,  &c. 


'.  We  are  all  loarninnr,  learn,  &.c. 

Then  ^vc^•o  frraminar  and  arithmetic  lessons  not  a  few 
(leojrrapliy  and  ma|>s,  besides  a  dozen  things  we  do, 
So  we're  all  workiufj,  work,  &c. 

6.  We  are  all  learninjr,  learn,  &c. 

When  weary  with  our  toil,  then  music  is  the  thing. 
Just  suited  to  revive  us,  so  we  all  learn  to  sing, 
And  we're  all  singing,  sing,  kc. 


'TIS  THE  LAST  ROSE  OF   SUMMER. 
'Tis  the  last  rose  of  summer,  left  blooming  alone  j 
All  her  lovely  companions  are  faded  and  gone; 
No  flower  of  her  kindred,  no  rose-bud  is  nigh. 
To  reflect  back  her  blushes,  or  give  sigh  fur  sigh. 

I'll  not  leave  thee,  thou  lone  one,  to  pine  on  the  stem; 
Since  the  lovely  are  sleeping,  go  sleep  thou  with  them: 
Thus  kindly  I  scatter  thy  leaves  o'er  thy  bed, 
Where  thy  mates  of  the  garden  lie  scentless  and  dead. 

So  soon  may  I  follow  when  friendships  decay, 
And  from  love's  shining  circle  the  gems  drop  away! 
When  true  hearts  lie  withered,  and  fond  ones  are  flown. 
Oh!  who  would  inhabit  this  bleak  world  alone. 


THE  LIGHT-HOUSE. 

1.  The  scene  was  more  beautiful  far  to  my  eye, 
Than  if  day  in  its  pride  had  arrayed  it. 
The  land  breeze  blew  mild,  and  the  azure  arched  sky. 

Looked  pure  as  the  spirit  that  made  it; 
The  murmur  rose  soft  as  I  silently  gazed 

On  the  shadowy  wave's  playful  motion, 
From   the   dim,  disLint   hill,  till   the   light-houre    fire 
blazed, 
Like  a  star  in  the  midst  of  the  ocean. 
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2(j 

.  Nu  lono-or  the  j^y  in  the  sailor  Ijov'.s  breast 

Was  lieard  in  his  wildly  breathed  numbers: 
The  sea-bird  had  flown  to  her  wave  (girded  nest : 

The  fishernian  sunk  to  his  slumbers. 
One  monaent  I  looked  from  the  hill's  gentle  slope, 

All  hushed  was  the  billow's  commotion. 
And  thoutrht  that  the  light-house  looked  lovely  us  hope 

That  st^r  of  life's  tremulous  motion. 

.  The  time  is  long  past,  and  the  scene  is  afar. 

Yet  when  my  head  rests  on  its  pillow. 
Will  memory  sometimes  rekindle  the  star 

That  blazed  on  the  breast  of  the  billow: 
In  life's  closing  hour,  when  the  trembling  soul  flies 

And  death  stills  the  heart's  last  emotion; 
Oh.  then  may  the  seraph  of  mercy  arise. 

Like  a  star  on  eternity's  ocean. 


COME,  COME  AWAY. 

O  come,  come  away,  from  labor  now  reposing: 
Let  busy  care  aw^hile  forbear, 

O  come,  come  away. 
Come,  come,  our  social  joys  renew. 
And  there  where  trust  and  friendship  grew 
Let  true  hearts  welcome  you,  O  come,  come  away. 

From  toil  and  the  cares  on  which  the  da}'  is  closing 
The  hour  of  eve,  brings  sw'eet  reprieve 

0  come,  come  away. 
O  come  where  love  will  smile  on  thee, 
And  round  its  hearth  will  gladn&ss  be. 
And  time  fly  merrily,  O  come,  come  away. 

While  sweet  Philomel  the  weary  traveller  cheering, 
Willi  ev'ning  songs  her  note  prolongs. 

O  come,  come  away. 
In  answering  songs  of  sympathy 
We'll  sing  in  tuneful  hannony. 
Of  hope,  joy,  lil)erty,  0  come,  come  away 


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Tlio  ljrl;rht  (lay  is  <r<)Mo,  the  m(K)n  and  blars  appearintr, 
Willi  silver  liirlit  illunui  thn  ni^rht, 

O  come,  coin(}  away, 
C'omo  join  your  prayers  willi  ours;  address 
Kind  heaven  our  peaceful  homes  to  hh*ss, 
\\'iih  health,  liopc,  happiness,  O  come,  come  away. 


THE   FLOWER  OF    FRIENDSHIP. 

1.  The  flower  of  tViendsliip  most  fair  to  behold 
Is  dearer  to  me  than  is  silver  and  ^(jld ; 

For  when  it  is  worn  on  the  true  feelinrr  breast. 
It  lulls  the  rude  changes  that  toil  us  to  rest. 
In  life's  jrloomy  hours  the  heart  it  keeps  up. 
And  tempers  the  «Tall  in  adversity's  cup. 
And  tho'  we  are  borne  on  her  storm-troubled  sea, 
Kv'n  there  this  sweet  flower  a  solace  shall  be. 

2.  It  shareth  our  lot  in  whatever  abode; 

It  shines  on  our  smooth  and  our  difficult  road, 
And  tho'  ev^i  hope  may  at  length  fade  away. 
This  flower  still  bhjssoins  and  knows  no  decay. 
(>,  ble^ssed  be  the  hour  in  which  it  was  found. 
The  sweet  llower  ()( fricinLslii])!  O!  may  it  abound  I 
And  blessed  be  the  hand  which  first  gave  it  to  me. 
Thro'  life,  my  companion  it  ever  shall  be. 


MUSING  ON  NATURE. 

1.  Lone  and  still  beside  the  streamlet. 

On  the  tufted  verdant  sod, 
Glad  I  muse  on  scenes  of  nature. 

Spread  by  great  creatii)n's  God. 
Sweet  and  clear  along  the  valley. 

Sounds  the  lot'ty  steeple  bell. 
Thoughts  of  realms  above  awaking. 

Where  the  blest  in  glory  dwell. 


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2.  Yf^s,  amid  the  streamlets  murmur, 

Can  1  hear  the  notes  of  love, 
Notes  that  t^ll  how  great  His  goodness. 

Who  has  bid  its  waters  move; 
In  the  blushing  rose's  beauty 

Can  I  also  see  his  hand; 
\Velcome  is  the  dewy  fragrance. 

Shed  around  at  his  conmiand. 

6.  Oh,  how  bright  and  pure  the  twinkling, 

iShed  from  all  the  starry  train ; 
Oh,  how  sweet  that  nightly  stillness, 

Hov'ring  now  o'er  hill  and  plain; 
Night!  thou  dear  and  lovply  emblem. 

Heaven's  ethereal  good  to  tell, 
Tliee  I  hail  with  grateful  feeling, 

Sign  of  peace,  my  woes  to  quell. 

4.  Where,  oh  where,  in  vale  or  mountain, 

^Vhere,  in  forest  or  in  field, 
•Where,  in  earth  or  heaven  above  us. 

Is  that  bond  of  love  concealed? 
Which  has  given  our  cherished  being. 

Which  has  filled  our  days  with  joy. 
Which  prepares,  at  life's  declining. 

For  tlie  orood  without  allov. 


YOUTHFUL  NATION   OF   THE  WEST. 

1.  Clime!  beneath  whose  genial  sun 
Kings  were  quell'd  and  freedom  won. 
Where  the  dust  of  Washington 

Sleeps  in  glory's  bed; 
Heroes  from  thy  Sylvan  shade 
Changed  the  plough  for  battle- blade; 
Holy  men  for  thee  have  prayed — 

Patriot  martyrs  bled. 


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('rownlfss  Jiulah  mourns  in  jrliKui:- 
Grcece  lios  sluiiibViii^  in  the  tonitv 
Ktune  hntli  slu)rn  hvr  ean;le-pliime- 

Losl  hor  con(inorinir  name; 
Youthful  nation  of  tlio  wt^t. 
Rise!  witii  tru(T  irrcalnoss  blest, 
Sainted  bands  iVum  realms  of  rest, 

Waleli  tiiy  bri^ht^iinjjr  fame. 

Empire  of  the  brave  and  free! 
Stretch  thy  sway  from  sea  to  sea. 
Who  shall  bid  thee  bend  the  knee 

To  a  tyrant's  throne  ? 
Knowledjre  is  thine  armor  bright. 
Liberty  thy  beacon  li^rht, 
God  himself  thy  shield  of  mij^ht — 

Bow  to  Him  alone. 


AULD  LANG  SYNE  AT  SCHOOL. 

1.  Shall  school  ac(|uaintance  be  forgot. 

And  never  brounrht  to  mind  ? 
Shall  school  acquaintance  be  forgot. 

And  days  of  lang  syne  ? 
For  auld  lang  syne  at  school. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
We'll  have  a  tho't  of  kindness  yet. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

2.  We  oft  have  run  alxjut  the  fields. 

And  culled  the  flowers  fine; 
We'll  ne'er  forget  these  hours,  when  they 

Are  auld  lang  syne, 
For  auld  lang  syne  at  school, 

Fv»r  auld  lang  syne. 
We'll  have  a  tho't  of  kindness  yet. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
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3.  We  oft  have  cheered  each  other's  task. 

From  mora  to  day's  decline; 
But  memory's  night  shall  never  rest. 

On  auld  lang  syne. 
For  auld  lang  syne  at  school. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
We'll  have  a  tho't  of  kindness  yet. 

For  auld  lang-  syne. 

4.  Tlien  take  the  hand  that  now  is  warm. 

Within  a  hand  of  thine; 
No  distant  day  shall  loose  the  'rrasp 

Of  auld  lang  syne. 
For  auld  lang  syne  at  school. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
We'll  have  a  tho't  of  kindness  yet. 

For  auld  lang  syne. 


BEFORE  ALL    LANDS  IN   EAST  OR    WEST. 

L  Before  all  lands  in  east  or  west, 
1  love  my  native  land  the  best, 

With  God's  best  gifts  'tis  teeming; 
No  gold  nor  jewels  here  are  found. 
Yet  men  of  noble  souls  abound. 

And  eyes  of  joy  are  beaming. 

2.  Before  all  tongues  in  east  or  west, 
I  love  my  native  tongue  the  best, 

Though  not  so  smoothly  spoken, 
Nor  woven  with  Italian  art; 
Yet  when  it  speaks  from  heart  to  heart. 

The  word  is  never  broken. 

3.  Before  all  people  east  or  west, 
1  love  my  countrymen  the  best, 

A  race  of  noble  spirit : — 
A  sober  mind,  a  generous  heart. 
To  virtue  trained,  yet  free  from  art. 

They  from  their  sires  inherit. 


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To  all  the  world  I  i;ive  my  hand, 
My  heart  I  o;ive  my  native  land, 

1  seek  her  <i;()()(l,  her  jJ^lory; 
I  honor  every  nalion'S  name, 
Respect  their  fortune  and  their  fame. 

But  1  luve  the  land  that  hore  me. 


MUSIC   OF  NATURE. 

1.  There's  music  in  the  midnigrlii  hreeze, 

There's  music  in  the  morn ; 
The  day-beam  and  the  identic  eve 

Sweet  sounds  have  ever  borne. 
The  valley  hath  its  welcome  notes. 

The  c^rove  its  tuneful  throntr, 
And  ocean's  mighty  caverns  teem. 

With  nature's  endless  song. 
There's  music,  &.c. 

2,  The  winds  that  sweep  the  mountain  toj 

Their  joyous  echoes  bear ; 
Younor  zephyrs  on  the  streamlet  play. 

And  make  sweet  music  there. 
With  rustling  sound  the  forest  leaves 

liend  to  the  passing  breeze; 
And  pleasant  in  the  busy  hum 

Of  flower-seekino  bees. 

There's  music,  Sac. 

o.  The  heart,  too,  hath  its  thrilling  chords 
And  feeling  is  the  fount — 
From  which  inspiring  melodies. 
To  heaven  in  gladness  mount. 
Why  nature's  music?  but  that  man 

May  join  the  myriad  throng. 
Of  all  her  glorious  works  in  one 
Harmonious  burst  of  s^jng. 

There's  music,  &cc. 


SWEET  MAY. 

1 .  And  sweetly  might  you  hear 

The  burden  of  the  lay. 
As  with  their  voices  singing  clear. 
There  sang  a  band  of  sisters  dear, 

Come  forth,  come  forth,  come  forth,  sweet  May. 

2.  The  insect  on  the  wing. 

The  bird  upon  the  spray. 
The  wdld  flowers  landing  o'er  the  rill 
The  tree  whose  leaves  are  folden  still. 

All  sing,  all  sing,  come  forth,  sweet  May. 

3.  Now  burst  from  every  grove, 

2V  chorus  sweet  and  gay. 
From  birds  on  every  hanging  bough. 
Singing  their  sweetest  carols  now% 

Come  forth,  come  forth,  come  forth,  sweet  JNIay. 

4.  And  still  the  sisters  here. 

Sang  on  the  chorus  gay. 
Come  forth,  sweet  May,  with  flowers  bound, 
Of  all  the  months  that  circle  round. 

Come  forth,  come  forth,  come  forth,  sweet  May 


WATER   NYMPHS. 

From  the  Oratorio  of  the  Revellers. — Hexciti 

1.  Wliere  the  gushing  w^aters,  flow, 
Kissing  flowerets  as  they  go; 
Gently — slyly  stealing  on, 
Hidden  from  the  noon-day's  sun. 

There  you'll  find  us  merrily — 
Pretty  water  spirits,  w-e. 

2.  Where  the  spray  is  dashing  high, 
To  the  cat'racts  melody; 

And  the  billows  wildly  roar 
On  the  dark  and  rocky  shore. 
There  you'll    S^c 


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8.  Wlipro  tho  crystal  fountain  jjlays, 
JSinirin<r  mystic-  nmndclays; 
\Vhere  the  friends  of  tciiip'ranoe  meet 
In  cumnmniun  stronfr  and  sweet. 
There  you'll,  &c. 


GONDOLA  SONG. 

As  jT-nily  o'er  tho  sea  we  ijlide.  , 

^^'hpn  all  is  still  at  evenincr  tide. 
We'll  sinfT  unce  more  our  native  song. 
As  merrily  we  irlido  alunir. 
^Ve'll  strike  the  light  and  fray  g-uitar. 
Its  jcA'ous  tone  will  sound  atar, 
And  wafted  over  the  moon-lit  sea. 
Our  merry  evening  song  shall  be. 
As  gaily,  &,c. 

I've  seen  the  plains  of  Switzerland, 
Its  lowly  cots  and  smooth  glaciers. 
But  nought  can  equal  fatherland. 
Bright  Venice  and  her  gondoliers. 
Then  sing  once  more  the  plaintive  strain 
Fond  memory  never  hears  in  vain. 
As  swiftly  through  the  sparkling  foam 
We  steer  our  gay  gondola  home. 
As  gaily,  &lc. 


BONNIE   BOAT, 

1.  0  swiftly  glides  the  honnie  boat. 

Just  parted  from  the  shore. 
And  to  the  fisher's  chorus  note. 

Soft  moves  tho  dipping  oar; 
These  toils  are  Ixjrne  with  happy  cheer. 

And  ever  may  they  speed; 
That  feeble  ai^e  and  lielpmate  dear, 

Ar.d  lender  bairnics  feed. 


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2.  \Vp  casi  our  Jines  in  Larnro  bay, 

Our  nets  are  lloating-  wide; 
Our  bonnie  boat  with  yield  in  <t  sway 

Rocks  lightly  on  the  tide; 
And  happy  prove  our  daily  lot, 

Upon  the  summer  sea. 
And  blest  on  land  our  kindly  cot. 

Where  all  our  treasures  be. 

3.  Now  safe  arrived  on  shore,  we  meet 

Our  friends  with  happy  cheer; 
And  with  the  fisher's  chorus  greet 

All  those  we  hold  most  dear; 
With  happy  cheer  the  echoing  cove 

Repeats  the  chanted  note; 
As  homeward  to  our  cot  w^e  move,  " 

Our  bonnie,  bonnie  boat. 


THE  W'ATCHER. 

1 .  The  night  was  dark  and  fearful. 

The  blast  swept  wailing  by, 
A  watcher,  pale  and  tearful, 

Looked  forth  with  anxious  eye; 
How  wistfully  she  gazeth, 

No  gleam  of  mom  is  there, 
Her  eyes  to  heaven  she  raiselh. 

In  agony  of  prayer. 

2.  Within  that  dwelling  lonely, 

W^here  want  and  darkness  reign. 
Her  precious  child,  her  only. 

Lay  moaning  in  his  pain, 
And  death  alone  can  free  him. 

She  feels  that  this  must  be. 
But  oh,  for  morn  to  see  him 

Smile  once  ajrain  on  me. 


3.  A  hundrod  lijrhts  arc  iriaiiciiijr 

In  yonder  mansion  lair. 
And  merry  feet  are  dancin;r 

They  lieed  not  morning  lliere; 
()  younir  and  joyous  creatures. 

Our  lanij)  from  out  your  store, 
Would  give  that  poor  boy's  fealures 

To  his  mother's  gaze  once  more. 

4.  The  morning*  sun  is  shining, 

She  heedeth  not  its  ray ; 
Beside  her  dead  reclining 

The  pale  dead  mother  lay, 
A  smile  her  lips  were  wreathing, 

A  smile  of  hop^  and  love. 
As  tho'  she  still  were  breathing. 

There's  light  for  us  above. 


THE   PLOUGH   BOY. 

1.  Wlien  winds  olow  fresh  and  purely. 

Arid  hlassoms  load  the  air. 
And  green  trees  wave  their  leafy  boughs. 

And  all  aiound  looks  fair, 
I  ply  my  daily  labor. 

And  work  till  night  has  come. 
And  then  return  contented. 

To  rest  myself  at  home. 

2.  How  sweet  unto  the  weary 

Is  such  un vexed  re|)ose. 
When  evening's  lengthened  shadows 

Around  our  cottage  close; 
With  ipiiet  in  our  b(^ims. 

We  sit  in  twilight  shades. 
And  watched  the  crimson  radiance 

.Vs  tVom  the  west  it  fades. 


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3.  Again  our  hardy  sinews 
Are  bent  to  manly  toil, 
Again  we  mow  the  wavinnr  arass 

Or  plough  the  dewy  soil. 
And  ever  when  our  labors 

For  the  day  are  past  and  done. 
We  siL  beside  our  cottage  door 
And  watch  the  settinor  sun. 


PROCRASTINATION. 

1.  '^^Not  to-day,  we'll  do  it  to-morriw/' 
Lazy  people  say,  to  their  sorrow, 

**  Yes,  to-morrow  is  the  best; 
Then,  oh  then,  how  hard  I'll  labor. 
But  to-day  myself  will  favor. 

Yes,  to-day  I  still  will  rest." 

2.  But  to-day's  as  good  as  to-morrow. 
If  you  wait,  'twill  be  to  your  sorrow. 

Every  day's  its  proper  task; 
What  is  done,  I  see  it  plainly, 
Wliat  will  come,  I  look  for  vainly. 

Then  delay  I'll  never  ask. 

3.  This  before  us,  that  is  behind  us, 
Each  dull  moment  sharply  reminds  us. 

Time  that's  lost  is  never  found. 
What  is  floating  down  life's  river. 
Take  it,  or  it's  gop.e  forever — 

JNIoments  lost  are  never  found. 

4.  Every  day  I  lose  for  to-morrow. 
In  the  book  of  life,  to  my  sorrow 

Stands,  a  blank,  unwritten  page, 
Well,  then,  every  day  I'll  labor, 
Help  myself,  and  help  my  neighbor. 

In  each  work  of  love  engaore. 


COME!    COME!    SOI.DIERS   COME? 

1 .  Come,  come,  soldiors  coino! 

Hark!  'tis  the  sound  of  the  rolliiijr  drum. 
Come,  come,  soldiers  come. 
Hear  ye  the  rollin;T  drum. 

When  duty  calls  we'll  all  olx^y, 

'Tis  crlory  summons  us  away. 

And  honor  will  our  toils  repay. 

Come,  brother  soldiers,  come! 
Come,  come,  soldiers  come,  ^cc. 

2.  With  gallant  hearths  and  ever,  ever  ready  hand. 
For  God  and  for  his  home  and  native  land, 
The  valiant,  valiant  soldier  <rladly  will  obey, 
The  sacred  call  that  summons  him  away. 

And   when,  and    when   the  angry  strife   ol 

battle's  done, 
'Neath  freedom's  flag  the  glorious  victor}'; 

won. 
Returning   peace,  returnincr   peace  all  care 

beguiles, 
And    beauty  greets  him  with  her  sweetesi 
smiles. 

Come,  come,  soldiers  come,  &c. 

THE   OLD   OAKEN  BUCKET. 

How  dear  lo  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, 

When  fond  recollection  presents  to  my  view. 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep  tangled  wildwo^yi, 

And  every  luved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew; 
The  wide  spreading   pond  and  the  mill  which  stotd 
near  it, 
Tlie  brid^-e  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell, 
The  rot  of  rny  father,  the  dairy  house  nigh  it, 
A'.-d  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  ir-ju  bound  bucket. 
The  moss  covered  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well 
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2.  The  moss  covered  bricket  I  hail  as  a  treasure. 

For  often  at  noon  when  returned  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure. 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  could  yield, 
ilow  ardent  I  seized  it,  wiith  hands  that  were  glowincr. 
And  quick  to  the  white- pebbled  bottom  it  fell^ 
j      Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowincr. 
i  And  dropping-  Avith  coolness  it  rose  from  the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  Sec. 

3   How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  rim  to  receive  it. 

As  poised  on  the  curb  it  inclined  to  my  lips; 
/      Not  a  full  flowing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 
Though  filled  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips  * 
And  now^  far  removed  from  the  loved  situation, 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell. 
As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation. 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  which  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  Sec. 


LOUD    RAISE   THE    PEAL   OF   GLADNESS. 

L  Loud  raise  the  peal  of  gladness! 

'Tis  Freedom's  natal  day! 
Our  land  that  once  in  sadness, 

Groan'd  'neath  a  tyrant's  sway. 
In  liberty  rejoices. 

Awed  by  no  monarch's  rod ; 
Lift  high  our  joyous  voices. 

Aye,  lift  them  up  to  God. 

2.  *Twas  He,  whose  wisdom  guided, 

The  councils  of  our  sires. 
He  o'er  our  arms  presided, 

And  He  the  praise  requires. 
We  give  to  thee  the  glory! 

Father,  for  all  possessed. 
That  gilds  our  country's  story. 

That,  makes  our  country  blesu 


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3.  How  rich  the  tliou«^r)it  in  pleasure! 

No  (IcspiU  can  cunlrol : 
Bui  rii-iitT  far  ihai  treasure. 

The  trecdom  of  the  soul! 
The  yoke  of  Satan  broken, 

W'lioni  God's  own  Sun  hath  freed. 
His  blood  the  price  and  token. 

They  are  free  indeed. 

A   LIFE   ON    THE  OCEAN  WAVE. 

J .  A  life  on  the  ocean  wave! 

A  hjnie  on  the  rollinjr  deep! 
Where  the  scattered  waters  rave. 

And  tiie  winds  their  revels  keep! 
Like  an  eagle  cai^ed  I  pine. 

On  this  dull  unchanirino;  shore. 
Oh  o-ive  me  the  flashinnr  brine! 

o 

rhe  spray  and  liio  tempest  roar. 
A  life,  kc. 

2.  Once  more  on  the  deck  I  stand 

Of  my  own  switt  gliding-  craft; 
Set  sail!  farewell  to  the  land. 

The  gale  follows  fair  abaft. 
We  shoot  thro'  the  siarklifig-  foaip 

Like  an  ocean  bird  set  free; 
Like  an  ocean  bird — our  home, 

We'll  find  far  out  on  the  sea. 
A  life,  6vc. 

3.  The  land  is  no  longer  in  view. 

The  cluiids  Have  begun  to  frown. 
But  wiih  a  stout  vesi^el  and  crew. 

We'll  say  let  the  storm  comedown — 
And  iht^  song  of  our  heart  shall  be. 

While  the  winds  and  the  waters  rave, 
A  life  on  the  heaving  sea! 

A  home  on  the  bounding  wave! 
A  life,  &.C. 


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BIRD   OF  THE   GREENWOOD. 

1 .  Bird  of  the  greenwood^  oh,  why  art  thou  here  ? 
Leaves  dance  not  o'er  thee,  flowers  bloom  not  near. 
All  the  sweet  waters  far  hence  are  at  play, 

Eird  of  the  greenwood,  away,  away. 

2.  Midst  the  wild  billows,  thy  place  must  not  be; 
But  midst  the  wavings  of  wild  rose  and  tree; 

How  shouldst  thou  battle  with  storm  and  with  spray  i 
Bird  of  the  greenwood,  away,  away. 

3.  Or  art  thou  seeking  some  brighter  land. 

Where  by  the  south  wind,  vine  leaves  are  fanned  ? 
Midst  the  wild  billows,  why  then  delay. 
Bird  of  the  greenwood,  away,  away. 

4.  Chide  not  my  lingering  where  waves  are  dark, 
A  hand  that  has  nursed  me  is  in  the  bark ; 

A  heart  that  has  cherished  through  winter's  long  day^ 
!So  I  turn  from  the  greenwood,  away,  away. 


LOVELY  ROSE. 

Of  late  so  brightly  glowing. 

Lovely  rose, 
AVe  here  behold  ihee  growing, 
Lovely  rose, 
Thou  seem'st  some  angel's  care; 
Summer's  breath  was  warm  around  thee. 
Summer's  beam  with  beauty  crowned  thee. 
So  sweetly  fair. 

The  blast  so  rudely  blowing. 

Lovely  rose, 
Thy  tender  form  o'erthrowing. 
Lovely  rose, 
Alas!  hath  laid  thee  low; 
Now  amid  thy  native  bed. 
Envious  weeds  with  blanches  spread. 
Unkindly  grow. 


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.''lu  insh'niiiy^  (lew  ot' morning, 

Lovely  rose, 
Tiiy  infant  biuis  adoruing. 
Lovely  njse. 
To  the^e  sliuil  day  restore; 
Zephyrs  sufi,  that  late  earessed  thee, 
tlvenino;  smiles  thai  ])arlintr  bless  thee. 
Return  no  mure. 


AUTUx^L^AL   SONG. 

1.  Now  the  leaves  are  faded, 
Fields  with  eold  pervaded. 

Wear  a  jiallid  liue; 
Chilly  breezes  blowing, 
Icy  streamlets  llowing, 

Winter's  signs  renew. 

2.  Yet  there's  much  to  cheer  us, 
Though  the  winter's  near  us, 

\Vhen  the  autumn  comes; 
Herbs  of  sweetest  savor. 
Fruits  of  finest  flavor, 

Apples,  peaches,  plums. 

3.  Corn  o'ersprcads  the  valleys. 
Grapes  the  garden  alleys — 

Yes,  and  luscious  pears. 
Tinged  with  golden  yellow. 
Juicy,  rich,  and  mellow, 

Many  a  hill  top  bears. 

4.  Lengthened  evening  bringing 
Times  for  glee  and  singing. 

Autumn  bids  us  smile; 
Calls  to  social  meeting, 
Bids  us,  pleasure  greeting, 

All  ouv  cares  beixuile. 


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Yes^  we  gladly  hail  thee. 
Cheers  shall  oft  regale  thee. 

Autumn,  fount  of  joy! 
Pleasures  various,  waking, 
Now  shall,  loudly  breaking. 

Swell  without  alloy. 


THE    PILOT. 

1.  O  Pilot  'tis  a  fearful  night. 

There's  danger  on  the  deep; 
I'll  come  and  pace  the  deck  with  thee, 

I  do  not  dare  to  sleep; 
'^'Go  down,"  the  sailor  cried,  "go  down,'' 

This  is  no  place  for  thee. 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  may'st  be. 

2.  ''On  such  a  night  the  sea  engulph'd 

My  father's  lifeless  form; 
My  only  brother's  boat  went  down 

In  just  so  wild  a  storm ; 
And  such,  perhaps,  may  be  my  fate. 

But  still  I  say  to  thee. 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  may'st  be." 


LITTLE  YALE. 

1 .  Little  vale,  w^ith  fairy  meadows, 

Trees  that  spread  your  leafy  hands. 
Flowers  clothed  in  softest  beauty. 
Lovelier  far  than  eastern  lands, 
Yillage  home  of  ever}^  treasure, 
Thee  we  sing  in  strains  of  pleasure, 
Yillage  in  the  silent  vale, 
Lovely  village!  thee  we  hail. 


2.   In  tliy  irrorn  and  sunny  j)asturi^s, 

Nrar  lliy  bright  and  glassy  streams, 
Free  tVoin  care  wo  iovo  U)  wander, 

Chet-rM    by  suninKT's  radiant    beams. 
Scenes  tjf  sweetest  recDllection, 
JSacred  to  the  soul's  retlcction. 
Village  in  the  silent  vale. 
Lovely  villager!  thee  we  hail. 


ORPHAN   BOYS  OF   SWITZERLAND 

1.  Our  cot  was  sheltered  in  a  wood, 
And  near  a  lake's  green  margin  stood; 
A  mountain  bleak  behind  us  trowned 
\Vhose  top  the  snow  in  summer  crowned 
But  pastures  rich  and  warm  to  boot. 

Lay  smiling  at  the  mountain's  foot; 
There  first  we  frolicked  hand  in  hand 
Two  infant  boys  of  Switzerland! 

2.  When  scarcely  old  enough  to  knovv 
The  meaning  of  a  tale  of  woe, 
'Twas  then  by  mother  we  were  told. 
That  father  in  his  grave  was  cold! 
That  livelihoods  were  hard  to  get. 
And  we  too  young  to  labor  yet, 

And  tears  within  her  eyes  would  stand. 
For  her  two  boys  of  Switzerland! 

3.  But  soon  for  mother  as  we  grew. 
^Ve  worked  as  much  as  boys  could  do 
Our  daily  gains  to  her  we  bore, 

But  oh!  she'll  ne'er  receive  them  more: 
For  long  we  watched  beside  her  bed. 
Then  sobbed  to  see  her  lie  there  dead; 
And  now  we  wander  hand  in  hand. 
Two  orphan  boys  of  Switzerland , 


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HAIL  TO   THEE,  MY  NATIVE   Li^JSfD, 

1.  Hail  to  thee,  my  native  land, 

Crown M  l)y  noble  towViiig  mountains, 
Sweetly  spread  thy  verdant  vales, 
Fed  by  gushing,  crystal  fountains. 
Fresh  from  heaven's  hand. 
Hail  to  thee,  my  native  land. 

2.  Ling-ering,  spring  too  late  may  stay, 

\Vinter,  early  nip  thy  blossoms; 
Frost,  may  chain  thy  flowing  streams. 
Snow,  may  veil  thy  frozen  bosom. 

Yet,  wilt  thou  our  love  command. 

Hail  to  thee,  my  native  land. 

3.  Other  climes  may  boast  their  vines, 

Cloudless  skies,  and  lordly  towers; 
Men  of  honor,  sense  and  worth. 
Women  chaste,  and  true  as  ours. 

Blessed  by  heaven's  protecting  hand. 

Hail  to  thee,  my  native  land. 

4.  Should  the  foes  of  equal  laws. 

Dare  with  impious  tongues  offend  thee. 
Each  true  patriot,  strong  will  rise. 

Each  heroic  arm  defend  thee ; 

Life  and  fortune,  heart  and  hand, 
Here  we  pledge  thee,  native  land. 


MORNING. 

1.  It  breaks!  it  breaks  from  eastern  chambers. 

The  golden  morning  ray! 
All  hail!  thou  bright  and  blessed  morning. 
All  hail  thou  new  born  day. 

2.  It  bursts!  it  bursts  from  eastern  chambers, 

A  flood  of  glorious  light! 
He  comes!  he  comes,  the  sun  in  splendor^ 
Victorious  o'er  the  night. 


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I  wricomr  thoo,  O  lovely  morning! 

And  thank  ihee,  kindly  jxjwer. 
Whoso  smile  of  love  bids  darkness  vanish. 

And  wakes  the  iiiominir  hour. 


SONG  OF  frf:edom. 

J.    H.    HEWITT. 

1 .  Of  all  the  lands  of  this  broad  earth, 
I  love  my  home  the  best — 
Its  mountains  and  its  mighty  streams — 

The  empire  of  the  West; 
Here  freedom's  smile  is  ever  bright. 

And  monarchs  have  no  power. 
Each  man  is  master  of  the  soil, 
^V'ith  frc^edom  for  his  dower. 

Hail  Columbia,  land  of  liberty! 
Tiie  refuge  of  the  pilgrims. 
And  the  cradle  of  the  free! 

2.  The  poet  sings  of  eastern  climes. 

Of  skies  and  waters  bright. 
Of  fields  that  bloom  with  scented  flowers, 

And  mountains  tippM  with  light; 
We've  lofty  hills  and  mountains,  too. 

Our  vales  are  glad  with  songs. 
Our  skies  are  bright  with  freedom's  light. 

We're  patriots,  right  or  wrong. 
Hail  Columbia,  &c. 

3.  They  tell  of  regai  robes  and  thrones. 

Of  palaces  and  towers, 
But  they've  not  learnt  to  sing  a  song. 

So  glad  and  free  as  ours: 
Our  eagle  fans  the  mountain's  peak. 

Our  vessels  sweep  the  sea. 
And  wheresoe'er  our  banner  waves. 

Our  name  is  great  and  free. 
Hail  Columbia,  &.c. 


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WELL   SPENT  DAY. 
If  Pve  fulfilled  my  daily  task  aright. 

And  every  duty  done; 
Then  joy  to  me  when  darkest  shades  of  nighl 
Shall  cloud  the  sinking  sun! 

How  cheering,  then,  how  calming 

The  golden  lingering  ray: 
Then  eventide  is  charming 
That  ends  a  w^ell  spent  day. 

But  w^oe  to  him,  whose  eye,  that  hour  is  dim 

With  sin  remembering  tears! 
No  anguish  ever  can  restore  to  him,, 
The  joys  of  wasted  years! 
Oh,  precious  is  the  power. 

And  time  that  God  hath  given! 
May  I  each  passing  hour 

Lay  up  some  store  for  heaven? 


AMERICA  I  LOVE  THEE   STILL! 

America,  I  love  thee  still! 

There's  glory  in  thy  name, 
There's  brightness  beaming  from  thy  birth. 

And  honor  from  thy  fame; 
There's  beauty  in  thy  naked  soil. 

Bespeaking  smiles  of  love; 
Thy  rocks  and  blooming  wilds,  proclaim 

Protection  from  above. 

America,  I  love  thee  still ! 

Beneath  thy  valleys,  rest 
The  pilgrims  of  a  tyrant's  power; 

Bright  eniblems  of  the  blest: 
And  round  them  clothed  in  silence,  lie 

The  mouldering  patriot's  fame, 
Embalmed  in  sacred  memory's  fire. 

Immortal  honors  claim. 


3.  America,  I  love  thre  still! 

Thou  art  my  native  land; 
Thy  joys,  so  pure,  can  ne'er  be  found. 

Upon  a  foreign  strand. 
Thoutrh  j)leasiire's  path  and  fortune's  smiles. 

In  other  rlimrs  seem  fair. 
The  brighiesi  of  their  hopes  and  joys. 

Can  nau«rht  with  thee  compare. 

4.  America,  I  love  thee  still! 

Resplendant  rrluries  rrleam 
Throu<rh  all  thy  deeds;  the  sacred  light 

Shall  ever  he  my  theme; 
Pure  from  the  realms  of  victory's  sky. 

The  crown  was  given  h)  thee; 
'Midst  starry  lights  eternal  stands 

The  orb  of  liberty. 


DUTIFUL   CHILDREN. 

1.  When  men  and  women  we  are  grown. 

And  aged  parents  need  our  aid, 

They  never  shall  to  strangers  go, 

While  we  c^n  work  for  bread. 

Oh  no,  no,  no,  oh  no,  no,  no, 

We  will  not  treat  our  parents  so. 
Oh  no,  no,  no,  oh  no,  no,  no. 
We  will  not  treat  them  so. 

2.  There  is  a  Holy  book  that  says. 

Our  parents  we  must  always  love; 
And  if  we  should  forget  their  age. 
It  will  be  marked  above. 
Oh  no,  no,  no,  &c. 

3.  There  was  a  wicked  son  who  turned 

His  |)oor  old  mother  from  his  door; 
And  his  own  child  forsook  him  too. 
When  he  was  old  and  poor. 
Oh  no,  no,  no,  &,c. 


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SPRING  HAS   COME. 

1.  Soring  has  come!  spring  has  come!  spring  has  come! 
Hark!  the  feather'd  songsters  tune  their  notes  of  joy. 

Hark!  the  lowing  herds. 
List!  the  warbling  birds. 
Gaily  smiling,  budding,  blooming  spring  has  come: 
Brothers  join  in  the  merry,  merry  chorus. 
Of  nature's  thousand  feather'd  choirs  around  us; 
Sf^H,  O!  see  now  the  blooming  scene  of  pleasure  lies  before 
us. 
Breaks  from  mountain,  valley,  field,  and  lovely  grove. 
[  love  to  view  the  valley  green. 

The  fields  with  roses  sweetly  blushing. 
To  hear  the  bubbling  brook  go  by. 
The  crystal  fountain  gushing. 

2.  Hasten  here!  hasten  here!  hasten  here! 
^\'he^e  the  fragrant  buds  their  opening  odors  shed ; 

Where  the  cowslip  drank 
Bending  o'er  the  bank, 
(jf'iitly  blooming,  dipping,  sipping,  bow'd  its  head. 
In  the  stream  sweetly  g-ushingr  from  the  fountain 
Where  nature's  purest  treasur'd  stores  abounding; 
S<^e.  0 !  see  how  the  blooming  flowers  drinking  from  th<^ 
fountain. 
Like  the  flowers,  let  us,  drinking,  freshly  bloom. 
I  love  to  view,  &c. 

3.  Haste  away!  haste  away!  haste  away! 
From  the  rosy  sparkling  wine  and  all  its  joys : 

To  the  bubbling  spring. 
Blushing  goblets  bring, 
Gently  dipping,  sipping,  blooming  buds  of  joy. 
On  thy  cheek  then  shall  rosy  health  be  glowing, 
With  nature's  purest  stores  of  treasur'd  blessings, 
St'f,  O!   see  where  those  treasures  to  thy  bosom  gently 
flowing, 
Fro^Ti  the  mountain,  valley,  field  and  lovely  grove. 
\  love  to  view,  &c. 


I. AND   OF    LOVK   AND   SUNNY   SKIKS. 

1.  Flapny  land!  hap|)V  land! 

\\  liale%T  my  I'uie  in  life  may  be, 
Still  ii!raiii!  slill  atj^ain! 

My  thoiiirhts  will  clinir  to  tlier. 
Land  of  1(jvo  and  sunny  t^kics, 

Rich  in  joy  and  beauty, 
Merry  hearts  and  laughinfr  eyes, 
Still  make  afl'eetion  duty, 

Oh,  happy  land!  haj)py  land. 

Ne'er  from  then  my  heart  ean  stray, 
I  would  tain  hear  again. 
Thy  merry  mountain  lay. 
La,  la,  la,  la,  is^c. 

2.  Happy  land!  happy  land! 

Whatever  my  fate  in  life  may  be, 
Still  anrain!  still  a<rain! 

My  thou<rhts  will  cling  to  thee 
Like  that  bird  of  love  and  song, 

Far  from  its  lov'd  dwelling. 
When  into  the  wild  air  flung. 

What  joy  its  note  is  telling, 
O,  happy  land,  &,c. 


PATRIOTIC  HYMN. 

BY     REV.    O.   W.  BETIIUNF., 

God's  blessing  be  ujx)n 

Our  own  native  land! 
The  land  our  fathers  won. 

By  the  strong  heart  and  hand ; 

The  keen  axe  and  the  brand ; 
When  they  felled  the  forest's    pride, 
And  the  tyrant  foe  defied. 
The  free,  the  rich,  the  wide — 

God  for  our  native  land ! 


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2.  To  none  upon  a  throne 

But  God,  we  bend  the  knee 
No  noble  name  we  own 

But  noble  liberty; 
For  the  spirit  of  our  sires 
Each  patriot's  bosom  fires. 
And  the  strong  faith  inspires; 

God  for  our  native  land ! 

3.  Up  with  the  starry  siofn. 

The  red  stripes  and  the  white; 
Where'er  its  glories  shine. 

In  peace  or  in  the  fight. 
We  owe  its  high  command. 
For  the  flag  our  fathers  gave 
O'er  our  children's  heads  shall  wave. 
And  their  children's  children's  grave — 

God  for  our  native  land! 

4.  vVmerica!  to  thee 

In  one  united  vow. 
And  glorious  as  now. 

We  pledge  our  heart  and  hand; 
By  the  blood  our  fathers  shed — 
By  the  ashes  of  the  dead — 
By  the  sacred  soil  we  tread — 

God  fjr  our  native  land. 


SING  ME  THAT  SW^EET  AIR  AGAIN. 

1.  Come  sing  me  that  simple  air  again, 

I  used  so  to  love  in  life's  young  day, 
And  bring  if  thou  canst,  the  dreams  that  then 

Were  wakened  by  that  sweet  lay. 
The  tender  gloom  its  strain 

Shed  o'er  the  heart  and  brow, 
Grief's  shadows,  without  its  pain 

Say  where,  where  is  it  new? 


ti.  *?»voot  air!   how  every  note  brinj^s  bark, 

Some  sunny  h()[K*,  some  day-tlreani  bri^hi, 
Thai's  shiniiiiT  u'<r  life's  early  track, 

FillM  ev(Mi  its  tears  with  lij^ht, 
Thr  new  funnel  life  that  came, 

With  luv(,''s  (irst  t^ciioed  vow; 
'J'he  fear,  the  bliss,  the  shame. 

Say  wiiere,  where  are  they  now  ? 

3.   But  sin^  me  the  well  known  air  once  more, 

For  thoughts  of  youth  still  haunt  its  strain. 
Like  charms  of  some  fairy  shore, 

We're  never  to  see  again. 
Still  those  loved  notes  prolong, 

For  sweet  is  that  old  lay. 
In  dreams  of  love  and  song. 

To  breathe  life's  love  away. 


THE    HOUR  OF   PRAYER. 

1.  Child,  amid  the  flowers  play. 
While  the  red  light  fades  away, 
INIother,  with  thine  earnest  eye, 
Kver  follov.ing  silently ; 
Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve. 
Called  thy  harvest  work  to  leave. 
Pray,  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  l)e. 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

2.  Traveller  in  the  stranger  land. 

Far  from  thine  own  household  band, 
Mourner,  haunted  l)y  the  tone 
Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone. 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell. 
Sailor  on  the  dark'ning  sea. 
Lift  tlie  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 


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Warrior,  that  from  battle  won, 
Breathless  now,  at  the  set  of  sun. 
Woman,  o'er  the  lovely  slain, 
Weeping  on  his  burial  plain. 
Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh. 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie. 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  see, 
I^ift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 


THE  MOUNTAIN   BUGLE. 

J.   H.    HEWITT. 

Cheerly  thy  bugle  sounds, 

When  home  returning  o'er  the  lake; 
Merrily  my  bosom  bounds. 

As  each  clear  swell  bids  echo  wake. 
Joyously  I  wing  the  note 

To  tell  thee  that  thy  hunter's  near; 
Merrily  I  speed  my  boat 

Towards  the  home  by  thee  made  dear. 

Dearest!  for  thee,  thee  only. 
These  mountain  wilds  are  sweet  to  me; 

Each  crag  and  valley  lonely. 
Is  blest  because  'tis  lov'd  by  thee, 

Sound  the  merry,  merry,  mountain  horn, 
At  evening's  close  and  morning's  rosy  dawn. 

Fearlessly  thy  footsteps  roam. 

Where  snows  hang  on  the  dizzy  steep. 
Driving  from  its  rocky  home 

The  echo  of  the  hollow^  deep. 
Merrily  the  wild  stag  bounds 

Until  he  feels  the  hunter's  spear; 
Cheerily  the  glen  resounds, 

With  chorus  and  the  hunter's  cheer. 
Dearest!  for  thee,  &c. 


OUR   NATiVK   LAND. 

L.trni  of  OUT  fathers !  whrrcsooVr  we  roam, 

Our  native  countn'  is  still  our  lionio; 

I.oiiir  may  jirosperity  on  iliy  sons  attend. 

Ami  to  postrrity  its  i^ifts  desc^end. 

Thus  then  uniiin(r,  h»\irts  and  voices  joinintr, 
SiniT  we  in  harmony,  our  native  land. 

'rhoiu»h  other  dimes  may  hrijrhtcr  hopes  fuliil 
Land  of  our  fathers!  we  love  thee  still; 
Heaven  shield  America  from  each  hostile  band, 
And  |>eaee  and  plenty  crown  our  native  land; 
Thus  then  uniting,  hearts  and  voices  joining, 
Sin«r  we  in  harmony,  our  native  land. 


WHEN  HO.^n:  RETURNING. 

Wlicn  home  returnin<r.  from  long-  sojourning^. 
And  weary  pininnr,  where  stranoers  dwell : 

What  ho})e  and  gladness, 

Wiiat  fear  and  sadness. 
In  strange  combining,  our  bosoms  swell. 

The  haunts  of  childhood,  oreen  hills  and  wildwood 
And  waters  stealing  through  lonely  ways; 
With  magic  fleet ness. 
Recall  the  sweetness. 
The  joyous  feeling  of  other  days. 

But  voices  cheering  of  friends  endearingf. 
O  shall  they  greet  us  with  faithful  love; 

Or  are  they  sleeping, 

By  willows  weeping. 
No  more  to  meet  us,  till  met  above. 

BriiX-ht  home  that  fades  not,  there  death  invades  not 
And  friends  united  shall  never  part; 
Hut  love  unceasinij. 
And  joys  increasing. 
By  notiiing  blighted,  till  every  heart. 


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WELCOME    BACK. 

1 .  Sweet  is  the  hour  that  brings  us  home, 

Where  all  will  spring  to  meet  us. 
Where  hands  are  striving  as  we  come, 

To  be  the  first  to  greet  us. 

Oh  joyfully  dear  is  the  homeward  track 
If  we  are  but  sure  of  a  welcome  back. 
Of  a  welcome  back,  of  a  welcome  back, 

2.  If  world  hath  spent  its  frowns  and  wrath. 

And  care  been  sorely  pressing, 
'Tis  sweet  to  turn  from  roving  paths. 
And  find  a  fireside  blessing. 
Oh  joyfully,  &c. 

3.  What  do  we  reck  the  weary  way. 

Though  lonely  and  benighted. 
Knowing  some  lips  will  chide  our  stay. 
Some  eyes  will  beam  love-lighted. 
Oh  joyfully.  &lc. 

4.  What  is  the  worth  of  diamond's  ray. 

To  the  glance  that  flashes  pleasure. 
When  words  that  welcome  back  betray. 
We  form  a  heart's  chief  treasure. 
Oh  joyfully,  &c. 


CHEERILY  SOUND  THE   STRAIN. 

[,  Cherrily,  cheerily  sound  the  strain. 
Happily,  happily  met  again. 

Here  we  stand. 
Who  at  home  has  dared  to  stay? 
Who  has  loitered  on  the  way? 
And  who  for  idle  play. 

Do  we  miss  from  our  band. 

Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  strain. 
Happily,  happily  met  again, 
Here  we  stand. 


2.  Merrily,  morrily  sound  iho  strain, 
Happily,  happily  met  a«ruin, 

All  are  here. 
All  who  love  the  morning's  prime. 
All  who  feel  the  worth  (jf  time, 
So  W(!'ll  sound  the  merry  cliime. 
All  are  here,  all  are  here! 

Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  strain, 
Happily,  happily  met  again. 
Here  we  stand. 


THE  SWORD  AND  THE    STAFF. 

1 .  The  sword  of  the  hero ! 

The  staff  of  the  saire ! 
Whoso  valor  and  wisdom 

Are  stampM  on  the  age! 
Time-hallow'd  mementos 

Of  those  who  have  riven 
The  sceptre  from  tyrants, 

*'Tlie   lightning   from    heaven''' 

2.  This  weapon,  oh  Freedom! 

Was  drawn  by  thy  son. 
And  it  never  was  sheath 'd 

Till  the  battle  was  won! 
No  stain  of  dishonor 

Upon  it  we  see! 
'Twas  never  surrendered — 

Except  to  the  free! 

3.  While  Fame  claims  the  hero 

And  patriot  saire 
Their  names  to  emblazon 

On  History's  panrc, 
No  holier  relics 

Will  liberty  hoard. 
Than  Franklin's  staff,  nruarded 

By  Washington's  sword. 


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BEAUTIFUL  BLUE  VIOLETS. 

I.  Violets,  violets,  beautiful  blue  violets. 

Laden  with  perfume  and  dripping  all  with  dew, 
From  dell  and  from  dingle,  by  rills  and  by  rivulets. 

Children  at  sunrise  I  soufxht  them  for  you, 
Enclus'd  in  a  cluster  of  green  leaves  I  found  them, 

]  liding  their  heads  from  the  gaze  of  the  day : 
Betray  M  by  the  svveets  they  themselves  shed  around  tha* 
I  cuil'd  the  coy  blossoms  and  bore  them  away. 
Violets,  &c. 

'2.  Slight  not,  ah  slight  not  then  the  little  flower. 
It  seeks  not  to  vie  with  the  gay  garden  rose, 
Tho'  humble  the  incense  it  brings  to  your  bower. 
If  its  life  be  a  short  one  'tis  sweet  to  the  close. 
Violets,  Sec. 


ESCAPE    FROM  WINTER. 

1.  O  had  I  the  wings  of  a  swallow  Pd  fly. 

Where  the  roses  are  blossoming  all  the  year  long. 
Where  the  landscape  is  always  a  feast  to  the  eye. 

And  the  bills  of  the  warblers  are  ever  in  song; 
0  then  I  would  fly  from  the  cold  and  the  snow. 

And  hie  to  the  land  of  the  orange  and  vine. 
And  carol  the  winter  away  in  the  glow 

That  rolls  o'er  the  evergreen  bowers  of  the  line. 
La,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la.  Sec. 

2.  And  when  we  had  rested  our  wings  and  had  fed 

On  the  sweetness  that  comes  from  the  juniper  groves. 
By  the  spirit  of  home  and  of  infancy  led. 

We  would  hurry  again  to  the  land  of  our  loves, 
And  when  from  the  breast  of  the  ocean  would  spring 

Far  off  in  the  distance  that  dear  native  shore. 
In  the  joy  of  our  hearts  we  would  cheerily  sing, 

No  land  is  so  lovely  when  winter  is  o'er 
I<a,  la,  la,  la.  Sec. 


GOLDEN   TRUSSED    ADKLAIDK. 

1.  Sintr,  I  pray,  a  little  sung, 

MulhfT  (loar; 
Sinjr,  I  pniy,  a  littlo  .son;j, 
Neither  sad  nor  very  long. 
It  is  for  a  little  maid, 
Ciuldeii  tressed  Adelaide; 
Therefore  let  it  suit  a  merry,  merry,  merry  ear, 

Mother  dear.  Mother  (h^ar. 

2.  Let  it  be  a  merry  strain. 

Mother  dear; 
Let  it  be  a  merr}'  stiain,  • 

I^hunning  e'en  the  thought  of  pain; 
For  our  gentle  child  will  weep, 
if  the  theme  be  dark  and  deep; 
And  we  would  not  raise  a  single,  single,  single  tear. 

Mother  dear.  Mother  dear. 

3.  Childhood  should  be  all  serene. 

Mother  dear; 
Childhood  should  be  all  serene. 
Like  a  quiet  summer  scene; 
(ia}'  as  Edward's  shouts  and  cries, 
Bright  as  Agnes'  azure  eyes; 
Tlierefore  bid  the  song  be  merry,  me:ry  to  the  car, 

Mother  dear.  Mother  dear. 


O   SAY  BUSY  BEE. 

1.  O  say,  busy  bee,  whither  now  are  you  going. 

Whither  now  are  you  going,  to  work  or  to  play? 
*•  I  am  bound  to  the  garden,  where  roses  are  blowing. 
For  I  must  be  making  sweet  honey  to-day. 

Sweet  honey — sweet  honey — 
For  I  must  be  making  sweet  honey  to-day.'' 


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2.  O  say,  pretty  dove,  whither  now  are  you  flying, 

Whither  now  are  you  flying,  to  London  or  Rome? 
^'l  am  bound  to  my  nest  where  my  partner  is  sighing 
And  waiting  for  me  in  my  snug  little  home. 

Little  home — little  home — 
And  waiting  for  me  in  my  snug  little  home." 

o.  So  we,  all  so  happy,  while  daily  advancing 

In  wisdom  and  knowledge,  in  virtue  and  love. 
Will  sing  on  our  way,  in  our  progress  rejoicing. 
As  brisk  as  the  bee,  and  as  true  as  the  dove. 

O  w^e'U  sing — 0  we'll  sing — 
As  brisk  as  the  bee,  and  as  true  as  the  dove. 


A  THOUSAND  TIMES    WE  HAIL  THEE 

1 .  A  thousand  times  w^e  hail  thee. 

Thou  lovely  rural  scene. 
Thy  groves  and  fields,  and  woodlands. 

Thy  garb  of  cheerful  green. 
How  pure  thy  crystal  fountain. 

How  clear  thy  purling  rills. 
How  sweet  the  tufted  flowers 

That  blossom  on  thy  hills; 
Thy  scene  of  blushing  beauty 

My  heart  with  pleasure  fills. 

2.  At  early  morn's  awaking. 

The  tuneful  gladsome  lay. 
By  nature's  chorus  chanted. 

Begins  the  welcome  day ; 
And  midst  the  sun's  bright  glowing 

Till  evening's  dewy  fall. 
In  tones  of  mellow  sweetness 

Those  feathered  warblers  call ; 
No  palace  knows  such  pleasure. 

No  spacious  gilded  hall. 


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3.  How  rich  thrso  sronos  of  nature 

WIhmi  May  d.iv  slirds  its  lij^ht — 
VV'hru  cvrry  hill  and  valley 

Willi  ^roldim  bt\anis  are  bright. 
How  swi'L't  when  icy  winter 

Had  triumphed  drear  and  long, 
To  see  the  fair  creation 

Return  to  life  and  sonjr; 
Thrice  welcome  then  the  music 

Of  nature's  ftiathered  throng. 

4.  I  love  midst  summer's  glowing, 

To  seek  the  silent  shode, 
Where  nature's  true  devotion 

To  heaven,  its  king  is  paid; 
'Tis  hen^  in  plaintive  nuising 

I  think  of  scenes  above. 
Where  smiles  like  those  of  summer 

No  change  can  e'er  remove; 
Where  music  yet  more  heavenly 

Shall  chant  its  notes  of  love. 


THE  EVENING  BELL. 

1.  Hark!    the    pealing. 
Softly  stealing. 

Evening  bell, 
Sweetly  echoed 
Down  the  dell. 

2.  Welcome,  welcome 
Is  thy  music. 

Silvery  bell! 
Sweetly  telling 
Day's  farewell. 

3.  Day  is  sleeping. 
Flowers  are  weeping 

Tears  of  dew ; 
Stars  are  peeping, 
Ever  true. 


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4.  Grove  and  mountain. 
Field  and  fountain, 

Faintly  gleam. 
In  the  ruddy 
Sunset  beam. 

5.  Happy  hour. 
May  thy  power 

Fill  my  breast; 
Each  wild  passion 
Soothe  to  rest. 


THERE'S  MUCH  GOOD   CHEER. 

1 .  There's  much  good  cheer  in  youthful  agre, 
When  fairy  scenes  the  heart  engage; 
When  all  is  merry,  clear  and  bright. 
And  pleasure  reigns  from  morn  till  night, 
O,  v/ho  like  us  is  free  from  care, 

0  who  in  sports  has  half  our  share; 
We  bound  like  roe  bucks  o'er  the  plain. 
And  ever  fresh  and  free  remain. 

2.  The  summer's  smile  we  ever  greet. 
We  love  its  berries  fresh  and  sweet : 
And  autumn  comes  with  welcome  glee, 
O,  yes,  its  fruits  I  long  to  see, 

And  all  the  year  'tis  filfed  with  good 
To  us  who  sail  on  youth's  bright  flood ; 
We  let  our  pleasures  take  the  wing. 
And  ever,  ever,  ever  sing. 

3.  Pray  tell  why  should  our  hearts  be  szd  ? 
Yes,  yes,  why  should  we  not  be  glad'? 
We've  food  and  drink,  and  clothes  to  wear. 
And  all  for  which  we  need  not  care; 
Come  on,  then,  let  us  merry  be. 
There's  none  so  happy,  none  as  we ; 
Come,  let  us  shout,  and  let  us  sing. 

Till  echoes  make  the  welkin  rinn:. 


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THE  WAV-woiiN  tiiavf.llf:r. 

1.  F;iii)l  and  wi'.irily  the  \v:iy-worn  traveller, 

IMimIs  iinelieerily,  afraid  to  sl()[): 
W'uiuleriuu^  (lr(\irily»  ami  sad  uiiraveller, 
or  llie  mazes  on  llie  iiieuiilain  lop; 
I).)ul)iM^r,  fi'arin^. 
While  his  course  he's  steerin;r, 
Ci)lla';es  appearing. 
And  he  is  nnrh  to  drop. 
Oh!  how  hriskly  then  the  way-worn  traveller. 
Treads  tiie  mazes  on  the  mountain  top. 

2.  ThiMiorh  so  sad  and  alono  the  day  has  passed  away 

'Twoiild  he  tolly  now  to  think  on't  more; 
ilapjuly  he  sits  in  twilight's  s  »t'iest  ray. 
llvtr  weli>.)iiie  to  the  eutter's  door; 
Doubting',  tearino^. 
While  his  course  he's  steering, 
C'ottatros  appeariniT, 
And  he  is  ni<rh  to  drop. 
Oh  I  how  happy  now  the  way-worn  traveller, 
Rests  securely  on  the  mountain  top. 


TIIE   EXCURSION. 

M(^rri]y  every  heart  is  hounding, 

-Merrily  t)h!  merrily  oh! 
Joyt'ully  now  the  news  is  sounding, 
j(»y fully  oh!  j<^yfuily  oh! 
To  the  woods  we  go. 
Where  the  violets  grow — 
A V here  the  violets  grow. 
To  the  woods  we  go. 
Merrily  every  heart  is  hoimding, 
Alerrily  oh!  merrilv  oh! 
Merrily,  3cc. 


2.  Cheerily  every  face  is  beaming". 
Cheerily  oh!  cheerily  oh! 
Playfully  every  eye  is  gleaming. 
Playfully  oh!   playfull}'  oh! 
In  the  fields  away, 
We  ^vill  rove  to-day — 
We  will  rove  to-day. 
In  the  fields  away, 
Merrily  every  heart  is  bounding, 
Merrily  oh!  merrily  oh! 
Merrily,  &c. 


MY  NATIVE  LAND. 


1 .  Flowers  with  fragrance  fill  the  balmy  air. 

As  night  descends  in  silence  to  repose; 
The  lake  is  still,  the  sky  is  bright  and  clear. 
And  now  the  day  in  glory  seems  to  close. 

^ly  native  land. 
Ever  dear  to  me,  thou  art  my  own  native  land. 

2.  Come,  then,  rejoice,  my  dear  companions,  come, 

'Neath  evening  skies  till  morn  is  bright  above. 
Lest  the  sweet  echoes  of  the  mountain  hind. 
Return  those  notes  of  tenderness  and  love. 
My  native  land,  Sec. 

3.  The  moonlight  glancing  through  the  tufted  leaves 

Assures  me  that  my  father  will  return ; 
His  voice  so  dear  is  on  the  welcome  breeze; 
I  hear  it  now  repeatincr  in  its  turn, 
My  native  land,  S>lc. 


COME,   SUMMER,   SWEET   SUMMER. 

1.  The  sprincr  time  is  come  and  the  vine  tree  is  hloomrn« 
And  bow'rs  that  were  leafless  are  waviny  with  green; 
How  changed  is  the  valley  when  winter  was  gloomir>g. 
When  the  river  rolled  sad  'midst  the  desolate  scene! 


f)3 

2.  C'«imi\  summer,  sweet  summer,  with  violets  and  ruses, 
\Viili  liirds  sin«/iiiir  sweet  in  the  irreen  myrtle  shade; 
On  ijiy  dearest  si'uscn,  the  ft)nii  heart  re()')st»s, 
\rul  thinks  un  tiiy  sweets,  thu'  its  beauties  may  fade. 

My  own  native  stream  may  roll  on  to  the  ocean; 
>>  oiieerless,  and  cold,  'midst  the  rude  wintry  j^ale, 
\Uv  Mjark  it  in  summ»'r,  each  tlow'ret's  in  motion. 
As  «/ently  it  passes,  and  sighs  a  farewell! 

4.  Come,  summer,  sweet    summer,   with   sunshine    and 

[rladness, 
With  all  that  is  lovely,  and  all  that  is  dear! 
'I'lien  away  with  all  si<xhin(r,  away  with  all  sadness, 
F'ur  peace  and  contentment  will  dwell  with  me  here. 


THE  MOUNTAIN   MAID. 

Come!  come!  come! 
O'er  the  hills,  free  from  care. 
In  my  home  true  pleasure  share. 
Blossom  sweet  llow'rs  most  rare. 

Come  where  j(A's  are  found! 
Here  the  sparklintj  dews  of  morn: 
Tree  and  shrub  with  gems  adorn. 
Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn, 

Be^auiy  all  around! 
Tra  la  la  la,  k,c. 

Come!  come!  come! 
Not  a  sigh,  not  a  tear. 
E'er  is  tound  in  sadness  here, 
Music  S(jft,  breathing  near, 

Charms  away  each  care! 
Birds  in  joyous  hours  among. 
Hill  and  dell,  with  grateful  song, 
Dearest  strains,  here  prolong. 

Vocal  all  the  air! 
Tra  la  la  la.  Sec. 


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Come!  come!  come! 
When  the  day's  gently  gone, 
Evenhig  shadows  coming  on. 
Then  \>y  love  kindly  won, 

Truest  bliss  be  thine! 
Ne'er  was  found  a  bliss  so  pure. 
Never  joys  so  long  endure; 
Who  would  not  luve  secure? 

VV^ho  would  joys  decline? 
Tra  la  la  la,  &,c. 


PRAYER. 

1.  Go  when  the  morning  shinelh. 

Go  when  the  moon  is  bright. 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth. 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night; 
Go  with  ])ure  mind  and  feeling. 

Piling  earthly  thoughts  away. 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling. 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2.  Remember  all  who  love  thee. 

All  who  are  loved  by  tliee. 
Pray  for  those  who  liate  thee. 

If  any  sucii  there  be. 
Then  for  thyself  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim. 
And  link  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Creator's  name. 

3.  Oh !  not  a  joy  or  blessing. 

With  this  can  we  compare. 
The  power  that  He  hath  given  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer. 
When  thou  pin'st  in  sadnes«. 

Before  his  footstool  fall. 
And  remember  in  thy  gladness. 

His  o^race  who  orave  thee  all. 


COLUMBIA'S   FLAG. 

1 .  The  streaiiiinpr  fla^  of  Liberty, 

or  freedom's  sons  the  boast, 
lis  stars  and  stripes  h)no-  may  they  wave, 

\J\yon  Columbia's  coast; 
Tiie  only  tla^r  that  freedom  rears — - 

Her  emblem  on  the  seas. 
Has  stood  for  more  than  threescore  y3ar8. 

The  battle  and  the  breeze. 

2.  In  every  land,  in  every  clime. 

Our  iLitr  is  lloating  tVee; 
And  may  it  through  all  coming  time. 

Declare  our  liberty. 
May  virtue,  industry  and  truth. 

Our  constant  motto  be. 
In  atre,  in  manhood  and  in  youth. 

That  still  we  may  be  free. 


MUSIC'S   CALL. 

1.  Ob!  come  sound  the  notes  of  music  so  endearing. 

Let  accents  break,  of  songs  partake — 
Oh!  come  aid  the  cause; 
Oh!  come,  your  friends  will  love  to  hear. 
You  minglo  in  the  song  so  dear — 
For  no  one  have  a  fear. 

Oh!  come  aid  the  cause. 

2.  Oh!  brinnr  all  tlie  books  in  which  you  must  be  leainiuo. 

From  lovely  homes  be  quick  and  come — 
Oh!  come  aid  the  cause; 
0!i!  anne  with  willing  minds  to  learn. 
And  let  your  hearts  for  science  burn — 
lis  chords.  Oh!  never  spurn. 

Oh!  come  aid  the  cause. 


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Oh!  sound  the  sweet  notes  when  vesper  is  reclining, 
[n  native  woods,  or  foaming  floods — 

Oh!  come  aid  the  cause; 
There's  music  in  the  gentle  breeze. 
That  fans  the  highest  hills  and  trees — 
That  skims  o'er  billowy  seas. 

Oh!  come  aid  the  cause. 


HARVEST  TIME. 

1.  Through  leaves,  with  drops  so  pearly. 
Go  forth  the  reapers  early, 

Among  the  yellow  corn. 
Good  luck  betide  their  sheaving. 
For  winter  tide  is  weaving. 
And  v»-e  must  fill  the  bar.i, 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la. 
The  busy  harvest  time, 
Tra  la  la  la,  &.c. 

2.  At  noon  they  leave  the  meadow. 
Beneath  the  friendly  shadow. 

Of  mammoth  oak  to  dine. 
And  mid  his  branches  hoary. 
Goes  up  the  thankful  story. 
The  harvest  is  so  fine, 

Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la. 
The  blessed  harvest  time_, 
Tra  la  la  la,  &c. 

3.  And  when  the  West  is  burning. 
From  shaven  field  returning. 

Upon  the  Vv-ain  they  come. 
When  ail  their  hamlet  neighbors. 
Rejoice  to  end  their  labors. 
In  merry  harvest  home, 

Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la. 
The  joyous  harvest  time, 
Tra  la  la  la,  Sec. 


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MARSKILLKS   IIVMN. 

1.  Ye  sons  of  froedoin,  wako  to  ^Inry, 

II:irk,  hark  what  myriads  l)id  you  rise; 
Your  children,  wives  and  ^randsin^s  hoary, 

Hehohl  their  tears,  and  hear  their  cries! 
Shall  lawless  tyrants  niisehiet^  breeding. 
With  hirelin^r  host,  a  rufTian  band, 
AfTri;rht  and  desolate  i\u)  land, 
While  j)eace  and  liberty  lie  bleedin;^? 
To  arms,  to  arms,  ye  brave! 
The  patriot's  sword  unsheath, 

March  on,  march  on,  all  hearts  resolved 
On  liberty  or  death. 

2.  Oh,  Liberty,  can  man  resiirn  thee, 

Once  havinfT  fdt  thy  generous  flame! 
Can  tyrants,  bolts,  and  bars  confine  thee. 

Or  thus  thy  nol)le  spirit  tame! 
Too  lontr  our  country  wept  bewailing". 

The  blood-stained  sword  our  conquerors  wield 

But  freedom  is  our  sword  and  shield. 
And  all  their  arts  are  unavailinir. 

To  arms!  to  arms!  ye  brave,  &c. 


THE    IVY   GREEN. 

A  dainty  plant  is  the  Ivy  green. 

That  creepeth  o'er  ruins  old. 
Of  right  choice. food  are  his  meals  I  ween. 

In  his  cell  so  lone  and  cold ; 
The  walls  must  be  crumbled,  the  stones  decayed, 

To  pleasure  his  dainty  whim. 
And  the  moulderinnr  dust  that  years  have  made. 

Is  a  merry  meal  for  him. 

Creepinir  where  no  life  is  seen, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  Ivy  green. 


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Fast  he  stc-n.leth  tlioufrh  he  wears  no  wintrs, 

iVud  a  staunch  old  heart  has  he; 
How  closely  he  twineth,  how  closely  he  clings. 

To  his  friend,  the  h«ige  oak  tree! 
And  slily  he  traileth  alon^-  the  ground^ 

And  his  leaves  he  gentl}^  waves. 
As  he  joyously  hugs  and  crawleth  around 

The  mould  of  dead  men^s  rrraves, 

Creepinnr  where  grim  death  has  been, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  Ivy  green. 

Whole  ages  have  fled  and  their  works  decayed. 

And  nations  have  scattered  been; 
But  the  stout  old  Ivy  shall  never  fade. 

From  its  hale  and  hearty  green : 
The  brave  eld  plant  in  its  lonely  days. 

Shall  fatten  upon  the  past; 
For  the  stateliest  building  man  can  raise. 

Is  the  Ivy's  food  at  last. 

Creeping^  where  no  life  is  seen, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  Ivy  green. 


HAIL   COLUMBIA. 

I.  Haij!  Columbia,  happy  land! 

HaiL  ye  heroes,  heaven-born  band, 

Wtto  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause. 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone. 
Enjoyed  tlie  peace  your  valor  won ; 
Let  independence  be  your  boast. 
Fiver  mindful  what  it  cost; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize. 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 
Firm,  united  let  us  be. 
Rallying  round  our  liberty. 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined. 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 


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2.  Inimorial  Patilvjis!  ri.sr  nnco  inon*! 
D(*fcn(l  your  riirlus,  (IctiMul  your  shuro. 

Let  iiu  ruilo  i'ov,  with  impious  liami, 
Let  no  rude  foe,  with  impious  hand, 
Invade  the  slirine,  w  hcrc^  sacred  lifS 
Of  toil  and  i)luod,  the  \vcil  earnful  prize; 
While  ollering"  pcaee,  sincere  and  just. 
In  heav'n  we  pla.e  a  manly  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  may  ])revail. 
And  e,very  Sv-!ieme  ofbondai^*'  tail! 
Firm,  united  let  us  i)e, 
[tallying:  round  our  liberty. 
As  a  band  of  bnjthers  joined. 
Peace  and  salrty  we  shall  find. 

3.  Belu;ld  the  chief,  who  now  commands. 
Once  more;  to  serve  his  country  stands — 

The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat. 
The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat, 

l^ut  armed  in  virtue,  firm  and  true. 

His  hopes  are  fixed  on  heaven  and  you, 
\\'h(m  hope  was  sinkin<r  in  dismay, 
And  irloom  obscured  Columbia's  day, 

His  steady  mind,  from  chancres  free. 

Resolved  on  death  or  liberty. 
Firm,  united,  Lc. 

4.  Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  fame. 
Let  AVashino^ton's  jrreat  name 

Rin<T  through  the  world  with  loud  applause, 

Rinu;  throufrh  the  world  with  loud  apj)lause. 
Let  every  clime  to  freedom  dear. 
Now  listen  with  a  joyful  ear. 

With  equal  skill,  and  steady  power, 

He  froverns  in  the  fearful  hour 
Of  horrid  war,  or  g-uides  with  ease. 
The  happier  time  of  h(;nest  peace. 
Firm,  united,  &e. 


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THE   STAR-SPANGLED    BANNER. 

1 .  O  say  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light. 

What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleam- 
ing! 
Whose  stripes  and  bright  stars  through  the  perilous  fight. 

On  the  ramparts  v/e  watched  were  so  gallantly  stieaniing . 
And  the  rocket's  red  glare — bombs  bursting  in  air. 
Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there; 
O  say  does  that  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave. 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

2.  On  the  shore  dimly  seen  thro'  the  mists  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence  reposes. 

What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  towering  steep. 

As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses. 
Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's  first  beam. 
In  full  glory  reflected  now  shines  on  the  stream; 

'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner.  Oh!  long  may  it  wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

3.  And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vauntingly  swore, 
'Mid  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion, 

A  home  and  a  country  should  leave  us  no  more? 

Their  blood  hath  washed  out  their  foul  footstep's  pollu- 
tion; 
No  refuge  could  save  the  hireling  and  slave, 
From  the  terror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave; 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  doth  wave. 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

4.  Oh!  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand. 
Between  their  loved  homes  and  the  war's  desolation; 

Blessed  with  victory  and  peace,  may  the   heaven-rescued 
land. 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  preserv'd  us  a  nation ; 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just. 
And  this  be  our  motto — "  In  God  is  our  tnist;^^ 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


CONTENTS. 


PAGE. 

A  Little  Word 22 

Anieriral  I  love  thee  still .  4G 
A  thousiind  times  we  Hail 

Thee 58 

A  u!(l  Lang^  Syne  at  School  29 

Aiiiuinn 12 

Au'innimi  Sonj^: 41 

Away  with  Melancholy..  19 
Hatt!^  Field  of  Liberty...  13 
IV'autit'uI  Blue  Violets. . .  oG 
Bolbre  all  Lands  in  East 

or  West 30 

Bird  of  the  Greenwood..  .   40 

Blue  Bird's  Song 23 

Bonnie  Boat 33 

Brave  Old  Oak (i 

Canadian  Boat  Soiii:; 8 

♦'heerily  Sound  the  Strain  .')4 

( '«>lunil)ia*s  Flai:^ 6') 

L'onie,  brothers  arouse...      4 

(JoTue,  Come  away 26 

CJome!     Come!    Soldiers, 

Come! 37 

Come  Summer,  Sweet 

Summer f)2 

Dutitul  Children 47 

Karly  Risinj: 9 

Escape  from  Winter 5G 

Evenin-  Bell 59 

Flower  of  Friendship.  ...  27 
I'^low  i^ently,  sweet  Afton  20 

God  Save  the  State 19 

God  Speed  the  Uii^ht 17 

Gv)lden  Evenin;;  Sun 1.5 

Golden  Tressed  Adelaide.  57 
Gondola  Song 33 


PAGE. 

Hail  Columbia CS 

Hail  to    thee,  my  Native 

La^ld.... 44 

Harvest  Time GG 

Holiday  Sone: 11 

Home,  Sweet  Home 11 

1 1  Love  the  Cheerful  Sum- 

I      mer  Time IG 

j  I     Remember    How    My 

I      Childhood  Fleeted 3 

jJoy 22 

Land  of  Love  and  Sunny 

Skies 49 

Land  of  My  Birth 9 

Lite  on  the  Ocean  Wave.  39 

Little  Vale 42 

Loud  Raise  the  Peal 38 

Lovely  Rose 40 

Love  of  Truth 20 

Marseilles  Hymn 67 

May  Shout 14 

May's  Lovely  Morning. .   18 

Mi^ht  with  the  Right 15 

Mornini^ 44 

Mounuain  Bugle 52 

Mountain  Maid 63 

Music  of  Nature 31 

Music's  Call 65 

Musing  on  Nature 27 

My  Country,  'tis  for  thee     5 

My  Native  Land 62 

Oh!   had   I    wings  like   a 

Dove 5 

Old  Oaken  Bucket 37 

Orphan   Boys  of  Switzer- 
land  43 


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O  Say,  Busy  Bee 57 

Our  Native  Land 53 

Patriotic  Hymn 49 

Prayer ' G4 

Procrastination 36 

Sins:    nie  that   Sweet  Air 

Ag-ain 50 

Song  of  Frt'.'dom 45 

Spring  has  Come 48 

Star  Spangled  Banner.. .  .   70 

Sweet  May S'2 

The  Excursion (U 

'I'he  Flowers Ii3 

T}ie  Hour  of  Prayer 51 

The  Ivy  Green 67 

The  Light  House 25 

Tlie  Lord's  Prayer 3 

ThePibt '. 42 

The  Pic 'ogh  Boy 35 


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The  Public  School 24 

There's  Much  ^ood  Cheer  60 

The  Sword  and  Staff. . 55 

The  Watcher 34 

'Tis  the  last  Rose  of  Sum- 
mer  25 

Try,  Try  Again lU 

Vive  la  Couipany 12 

Water  Nvmphs 32 

W^ay-Vv^orn  Traveller...    61 

Welcome  Back 54 

W'e'l  Spent  Day 46 

When  Home  Returning. .   53 
When  thy  bosom  Heaves 

the  Sigh 8 

W'oodman  spiwe  that  Tree     7 

W^ork  Away... 21 

Youthful    Nation    of    the 
West 28 


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